\nI did everything I knew to take care of you \u2013 daily yoga, green smoothies, good essential fats, acupuncture, you-name-it.
\nIt didn\u2019t matter.
\nYou thwarted my efforts. You screamed. You demanded that you needed something different. You made it clear that I was obviously missing the mark.
\nI was a whirl of anger towards you. I wanted so badly to \u201cfix\u201d you and had zero compassion for you being broken. Why were you breaking the rules we’d developed together over a lifetime? Why weren’t you behaving?
\nNobody could see your defiance.
\nNobody heard your cries.
\nNobody knew that we were at war; battling each other. Nobody knew but me.
\nYou were attacking yourself, yet if felt very much like you were violating me \u2013 ruthlessly, savagely assaulting our inner fabric in a true act against self.
\nI\u2019d heard of women in psychological combat with themselves or their bodies.
\nThis<\/em> was different. The attack wasn\u2019t in my mind, (though I admit that it easily trickled there). In fact, the mind was probably where some of the seeds of your defiance started. By this point, though, I recognized the inner terrain wasn\u2019t safe, that there was a mine-field within my immune system, and the uprising was incessant and violent.
\nYour attack was on a part of me. Your attack was on my thyroid.
\nYou were calling my attention to your needs, and I scorned you for it. The swollen, painful breasts that hurt when Gilbert embraced me with his little-boy arms and boney chest. The thickening around my middle so that my jeans hugged my thighs and wouldn\u2019t button. I resented those signs and symptoms that you used to try to wave a flag, to get my attention.
\nIt was all too confusing. I didn\u2019t understand what you were doing. I certainly couldn\u2019t control you, no matter how hard I tried.
\nI may have actually hated you then. And for that, I\u2019m sorry dear body.
\nYou\u2019ve since taught me so much.
\nLooking back, there were hints of your wishes before I could possibly hear or apprehend them. The frail body of me as an intensely shy little girl, hiding behind her mother\u2019s legs, fighting one childhood infection after another, with an army of antibiotics trying to combat them, and an immune system that just couldn\u2019t keep up.
\nThe sullen body of a silent adolescent, questioning why her big sister got all the attention, retreating into the background with little voice and lots of cystic acne painfully erupting under the skin’s surface. With my grown insight, I now know the latter to be an obvious sign of digestive and detoxification distress.
\nThen there was the more developed body of a young woman, working tirelessly behind-the-scenes, to produce the ideas and creations of others, temporarily giving up on her own. It was as if I had acquiesced and agreed to live my life in the shadows, muffling the desire to express myself more fully, denying my own voice.
\nYet you weren\u2019t always unseen or unheard. In the embrace of your soul mate, you soared and rested and longed. You sensed pleasure and beauty and pride. You relaxed. I did too. We weren\u2019t at odds. Then, we were one.
\nYou were lucky and you knew it. Without shouting or sometimes even speaking, you were seen and heard. You waltzed in tandem with another, who was also at one with himself. You danced, a fully expressed body. Treasured by him and me both.
\nThese were sensations of belonging that you hadn\u2019t yet experienced. Until then, I never thought you could or would. I had denied you that.
\nThose ideas of what I could or would have, what I was \u201callowed\u201d, what was \u201casking for too much\u201d plague me now, as they did then. “You cannot have it all,” I told myself one to many times. You cannot have a lover and a soul mate and happiness. It’s just not allowed. You must choose ~ love, health, prosperity, sex. What are you willing to give up?<\/em>
\nI\u2019m now more aware of how my thoughts of deservedness affect your ultimate expression of health. I\u2019m aware that I need to listen and hear the nuances of your messages. I\u2019m aware of how the belonging you found within another\u2019s arms ultimately needs to be delivered from my own, no matter how hard or sometimes cold or empty.
\nYou taught me that, but not before there was more pain.
\nWhen the body of our beloved, the one who had seen and felt you so readily, was rendered to the realm of the spirit, you turned hot, red and angry. Your song was suppressed as his body was ravaged by the cancer that took his life. Our united cry to save him wasn\u2019t loud enough to register. You were silenced, just as you had been when hiding behind your mother\u2019s leg and your sister\u2019s popularity.
\nNot seen. Not heard. In my grief, I couldn\u2019t hear you. Without him there to treasure you, you went uncherished.
\nIf nobody could hear your cries, why should I? Your pain and loss were mine too, but it never occurred to me to be in it with you.
\nI was just as devastated as you were.
\nAnd yet my stalwart and constitutional strength carried me forward. If I couldn\u2019t save Isamu, how could I venture to save others? How could I embrace what I learned and continue to make sense of the body in general to disrupt the patterns that compromise health?
\nI forged ahead. But you clearly could not. You wouldn\u2019t. You didn\u2019t.
\nThe split between us returned. I avoided your petitions when I could, focused more on doing the “right” thing for you, without tuning in to the nuances of your response. If I just followed the protocol it would turn around, right? Wrong.
\nI embodied a sense of \u201cpost-traumatic growth\u201d, transforming a part of my pain into doing good, leaving you to bear the burdens of the stress we had together endured during our beloved\u2019s illness and death and suppressing your continued pleas for help.
\nAbandoned by both him and me, you stamped your feet like a sullen child and sat in the corner, beating your head against the wall until the blood flowed.
\nHot, red and angry are obvious signs of inflammation. Those swollen breasts and thighs should have been my first clue. But I didn\u2019t know how to help you then. You were confusing me.
\nWhy weren\u2019t you responding to my best efforts?
\nWhy was all that I researched as \u201chealthy\u201d and \u201chelpful\u201d not helpful at all?
\nWhy did you acknowledge something appreciatively one moment, like the high raw diet I adopted, leading me to believe that I had you all figured out, and then slip-slide back in the other direction?
\nWhy?
\nWhy were we all alone in this? Where was my health team? Who was there to lend guidance, address your symptoms more fully, walk me through the deeper understanding of how to care for you? How to understand you?
\nI went to sleep more than once with a clenched jaw, puzzled, confused and feeling abandoned all over again. I became angry too. Angry at the healthcare system. Angry at my family. And, yes, angry at you, dear body.
\nI\u2019d swear I was ready. I guarantee I wanted to get a grip and was grasping to do so. There were times when it seemed so fruitless I was tempted to give up \u2013 eat whatever, do whatever, it didn\u2019t seem to make a difference. Fuck it.
\nBut I persisted. I knew there was something more you were trying to tell me, and so I forged ahead with my own research and trials.
\nI ran our labs and amassed stacks of books and articles. Do you remember the late nights pouring over my biology and physiology books (before I realized how those late nights were hurting you)? Speaking of fruitless, you must recall my nine-months of abstaining from fruit to try to restore your adrenal reserves. How about the high-dose nutrient protocols I fed you to try to address your weeping deficiencies, including the vitamin D levels that stayed in the toilet for far too long?
\nI can see now that I never really hated you.
\nI hope you can see that. I was just trying to interpret how to help you, how we could once again be aligned in purpose and in pleasure. To forgive you I needed to stand in your shoes, see the world from your point-of-view, and not be so polarized.
\nI\u2019m sorry it took me so long to get here.
\nYou know, through the years I\u2019ve become quite familiar with the many faces of illness and disease. Witnessing the body of my husband and many others consumed by cancer or Lyme Disease.
\nI\u2019m humbled and can fathom the concept of wanting to depart a body suddenly inhabited by something other than yourself \u2013 overpowering and harmful cells or aberrant bacteria. But with you, with this autoimmunity that we face with Hashimoto\u2019s, there is no foreigner. It\u2019s you. It’s you attacking yourself. Attacking me.
\nBut then, are you attacking me or am I attacking you?
\nAre you attacking yourself to get my attention? Am I attacking myself to teach myself a lesson \u2013 a lesson about control I should already have learned?
\nIt\u2019s taken me time to understand you. Now, I\u2019m learning to waltz again. I\u2019m waltzing in your arms and you in mine, not in some other\u2019s. I step on your toes sometimes, and you sometimes whirl me with too much vigor so that my head spins, but we find our rhythm again. And again. And again.
\nThis, I\u2019ve come to learn, is the nature of autoimmunity. This is the freedom I feel when the dance hits its stride and we\u2019re one, with each other, with the music, and I feel like we\u2019re flying.
\nI hear you now. I promise I do. I hear you saying loud and clear: \u201cIf you don\u2019t pay attention I\u2019ll destroy you.\u201d
\nI hear you saying: \u201cWe need to do this together.”
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My dear body,
\nYou betrayed me.
\nI did everything I knew to take care of you \u2013 daily yoga, green smoothies, good essential fats, acupuncture, you-name-it.
\nYou thwarted my efforts. You screamed. You demanded that you needed something different. You made it clear that I was obviously missing the mark.
\nI was a whirl of anger towards you. I wanted so badly to \u201cfix\u201d you and had zero compassion for you being broken. Why were you breaking the rules we’d developed together over a lifetime? Why weren’t you behaving?
\nYour attack was on a part of me. Your attack was on my thyroid….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"content-type":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[150],"tags":[168,162],"class_list":["post-10172","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-best-practices","tag-story","tag-tools"],"_yoast_wpseo_sitemap-include":null,"_yoast_wpseo_canonical":null,"_yoast_wpseo_redirect":null,"_yoast_wpseo_opengraph-description":null,"_yoast_wpseo_opengraph-title":null,"_yoast_wpseo_focuskeywords":null,"_yoast_wpseo_meta-robots-noindex":null,"_yoast_wpseo_meta-robots-nofollow":null,"_yoast_wpseo_title":"a letter to my body - Functional Nutrition Alliance","_yoast_wpseo_metadesc":"Discover the journey of healing and self-discovery with functional nutrition. If you struggle with Hashimoto\u2019s or thyroid issues, learn how to end the war with your body. Explore accredited holistic nutrition programs, become a certified nutritionist, and embrace wellness.","_yoast_wpseo_focuskw":"Hashimoto's","yoast_head":"\n