For many years I was lost.

Najpierw nauczyłam się wątpić w swoje ciało. Lekarze uznali mój problem za „genetyczny” i zaoferowali to, co w ich mniemaniu było jedynym rozwiązaniem. Czułam się nieźle – w końcu wysypki znikały. Nie myślałam o tym za wiele, były ważniejsze zajęcia i doświadczenia – koncerty, domówki, rejwy. No wiecie, studenckie życie. Daleko od rodzinnego domu, mogłam wszystko…

It wasn't without stress. Living and studying in a completely different country, with almost no friends, too unsure of my language skills to find new ones. I visited my family and my dog ​​maybe twice a year – things weren't so great with money either. I worked part-time as a cleaner in a hotel.

My body was getting worse. In the last year of studies, quite a few years later, the pressure really started getting to me. Falling asleep at night was bordering on a miracle. I resorted to smoking weed. I pretended that everything was fine, although itchy wounds had already started to appear on my face and were not going to heal, despite the increasingly stronger steroids and other medical experiments that the doctors suggested. I was forced to apply for an extension of the deadline for submitting my university project due to health reasons.

The breakthrough, however, came after several more years of poor quality of existence, in the year when my beloved dog, whom I left behind in Poland, suddenly died, and my then-partner's mother passed away shortly afterwards. I then decided that I couldn't live like this anymore.

I found out that the only way for me was a medication withdrawal and that it likely wouldn't be pleasant. True. There were days when I cried from the pain while moving and the only comfortable place was a saltwater bathtub. Not to mention the tons of peeling skin everywhere and the constantly weeping surface wounds on my face and hands.

I survived. My world turned upside down, but I never gave up completely. Many times I have experienced the cycle of getting better and getting worse again. For many years I was searching for new ways - appropriate natural cosmetics, supplements, diets, detoxes, and finally unconventional healing methods based on psychology. To this day, I'm discovering the real causes of my problems: layers of emotions that I ignored over the years, and learning the lessons hidden inside. But there are days when I feel, without any exaggeration, wonderful.‏‏‎‏‏ 

I write about what brought results and what I learnt here on the blog.

So that you know that 1. your health is your responsibility, and 2. you are able to heal anything if you accept this responsibility. Your body is a genius technology, and diseases, both mental and physical, only prove that it has been neglected, disconnected from Nature and is simply calling for help. Listen to what it has to say.

Don't let yourself be told that there is no way out, that miracles don't happen, that your intuition is wrong, or that life on Earth is not full of magic. I promise you it's all lies. Comfortable but limiting and false beliefs that ruin our lives.

It's time to change that.

Feel most welcome to read on and also, in the near future, my 1-on-1 sessions, during which I will not give you a bucket of fish and expect you to come back for more, but I will teach you how to catch these fish yourself.‏‏‎ ‎😉