“I’ve got chronic adrenal fatigue?!” Those are the words that feel out of my mouth competing with a myriad of tears after finally picking my booty off the ground to see an integrative doctor to figure out why I felt so depressed, tired, and mentally not up to life all the time. Me? I busted my booty at the gym and read all the books. Heck I even read Prevention magazine in line at the grocery store. But no matter how much I slept, or more aptly tried to sleep, my life had turned into one long ride of hell of unwell…and crying at hello. Did I mention the crying?
After a life of overdoing…well…life I found myself at the intersection of “she’s gonna blow captain” and “this is not my beautiful” life I had found myself with the classification of “chronic fatigue, adrenal fatigue, adrenal burnout with a sprinkling of hypothyroidism and some other hormonal dysfunctions sprinkled in.
What I’ve come to call your classic Women’s Type A disease.
Turns out I’m not alone. According to Dr Oz more than 2.5 million people suffer with this affliction. I would wager than most of them are women—especially the driven energizer bunny kind. You know them. They’re the ones that you marvel at and say, “how in the world do you accomplished everything?”
You wanna know how? They set incredibly high standards for themselves and place their value in the world based on how much they accomplish and look like they have it all together. They yabba dabba do until one day, like me, they find themselves in a sobbing pile on the floor unable to get up. Kicking themselves that they are letting the world and more importantly themselves down.
By the time you realize you have adrenal fatigue you actually been ill for a long time. Click To Tweet Your will to accomplish merely masked it. Sadly, many women don’t realize how far in the fatigue hole they dug until it manifests in related illnesses like: fibromyalgia, lupus, epstein barr, Lyme, parkinson’s, or even cancer.
Have no fear. You were given an amazing healing device to bring you back from the edge. It’s called your body. When put in the right condition, you can in fact heal it back to a point of loving life again. Mind you it may not be a hop skip and a jump. The road back is bumpy. A few steps forward several steps back. But it is not only possible but worth it.
If you find yourself in this place or find yourself muttering I can’t keep doing this while you cry over the stove making dinner after a day of living it large. Realize that you’re not alone. If I, a triple type A from the day I was born can find myself back to a wonderful life, so can you. The first step is awareness. Why is it always awareness?!
If you want some hand holding, I’d be delighted to point out the steps I took so your journey back won’t be so bumpy. This way if we find ourselves horizontal together, it won’t be from falling. It’ll be lounging….with peeled grapes.