The closest I came to God as a child was asking the never-ending question:
“Why me?”

Why was I given a strong, capable body—only to be crippled by chronic pain?

Why was my menstrual cycle irregular and seemingly infertile, even when I treated my body like a temple—while people around me, doing everything the alternative health world deemed “poisonous,” had perfectly regular cycles?

Why did I sabotage relationships when they were the one thing I truly wanted?

Why did I keep getting trapped in patterns of my own making?

Why, why, why?

It drove me mad.

And it got me nowhere—except into bitterness, and a deep attachment to my pain and my symptoms.

They became me. I became them.

I outsourced the power of my afflictions to everything around me—desperately searching for answers, hoping for relief. I worked with a long list of practitioners, both conventional and alternative, and still found none.

I became the barefoot, natural-fibre-wearing, Weston A. Price-following, blue-light-blocking “health goddess,” worshipping at the altar of fertility awareness…

All while not actually being fertile, or even having a period!

But that didn’t stop me from waking up at 7am every day to take my BBT—only for it to confirm what I already knew: I was perpetually follicular with no chance of ovulation in sight.

I jumped into rabbithole after rabbithole to find my answer. 

• I brewed my own kombucha, believing it would heal my gut biome. 

• I foraged rasberry leaves, nettles and mugwort thinking they woud bring on my bleed. 

• I chased the ever-illusive divine feminine thinking that I must have just been lacking in my womanhood.

And despite continuous dead-ends, I kept going - begging for something bring back my fertility. Desperate to infuse vitality back into my body. 

And eventually… I succeeded.

But it didn’t come from chasing something outside of myself.

Not from the right foods.

Not from rituals.

Not from psychoeducative or medical labels, theories or diagnoses that never quite touched my real experience.

Not from steaming my Yoni or recalibrating my circadian rhythm. 

And that was humbling.

I was that friend—always convinced the answer was just around the corner, trying to bring everyone along with me. And I can admit now: I was wrong to believe the answer lived outside of me.

Because in the end, it came from honest, investigative internal work—through pattern recognition, guided by the 5 Biological Laws and Conflict Map of German New Medicine.

It came from humility.
From letting go of rigid beliefs.
From releasing my attachment to my pain.
From being willing to see myself clearly—even if it was uncomfortable at first.
From taking responsibility for my experiences, and my capacity to change.

German New Medicine helped me:

• regulate my cycle (after having 10-month-long cycles) and restore fertility signs

• resolve chronic shin splints and plantar fasciitis I’d had since childhood

• heal recurring hamstring strains, SI joint pain, and knee pain

• reduce persistent water retention

• shift out of survival-mode patterns in relationships

• understand—and significantly lighten—experiences of anxiety, paranoia, and depression

…and much more.

But perhaps most importantly—

It helped me laugh at myself again.
To loosen my grip on my struggles.
And to actually enjoy my life (symptom free!)

Are you ready to listen to what your symptoms are telling you?