8 ER Trips, 1 in an ambulance, along with ultrasounds, blood tests, urine tests, and a pile of other tests

8 ER visits. One ambulance ride.
Countless ultrasounds, blood tests, urine tests… and more coming this week to (hopefully) close out this chapter of my life.

These past few months have tested me on every level—physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. The inflammation in my stomach wasn’t just a medical condition… it was a wake-up call. A signal from my body that something deeper was asking to be healed.

Between physical therapy and a mountain of diagnostics, I’ve been on a journey of uncovering not just what’s happening in my body, but what’s been trapped inside me for years—maybe even generations. I’ve had to sit with pain I didn’t want to feel, confront patterns passed down through my lineage, and face the parts of me I thought I’d already healed.

But through it all, I’ve also been reminded of the power of unconditional love—from others, and most importantly, from myself. I’ve learned to trust more deeply, to surrender control, and to give myself grace when things don’t go according to plan.

This journey isn’t over yet. But I can feel something shifting. Healing is happening—not just in my gut, but in my soul.

If you’ve been feeling lost, disconnected, or unsure of where to turn—please know, you’re not alone. Your body speaks. Your soul speaks. The real question is… are you ready to listen?

Reach out. Ask for support. You’re not meant to do this alone.