How I Overcame My Debilitating Gut Issues by Digesting My Emotions

“I don't fix problems. I adjust my thinking. Then the problems are solved. ”~ Louise Hay

Here is my secret: To recover fully from over a decade of digestive disorders, I would have to stop trying. Instead, I should have done nothing. Why, do nothing? Yes, that's right - I had to stop looking for the perfect solution. Let me explain.

I had chronic stomach problems when I was fourteen - so precious years! After being discharged by doctors ("It's all in your head; it's a girls' problem"), you've been on antibiotics for many years, or you're just given a hopeless solution, to hold every diagnosis like IBS, gastroparesis, candida, h. pylori, and leaky intestines (as anyone with a bowel problem can deal with!), I became my life hero.

For twelve years, I was in a fight to find the right answer: the right diet to finish, the right ingredients, the right doctor, the right therapist, the right yoga, the right amount of water for my body weight, the right breathing techniques, the right blogger, the right retreat, the correction the right thing that can heal my gut forever.

In fact, I was trapped in a healing cage, and healing became my life. Sounds familiar? I allow myself to believe that I will never be truly healed, so that I could always chase after the next famous process or promise - paradoxically, it was that easy. “Healing,” one of the major internal changes we can experience, has turned into a completely isolated body of exercise.

I have to be gentle with myself. My desire was not to intentionally injure myself. You see, I was looking forward to it better.

Don’t be afraid that any given food, no matter how “healthy,” can clear the mine of symptoms. Not sitting for a while so I can be close to the bathroom and heating pad for a while. To stop being explained about my “stomach problems”, and start living full, or living at all. Until the stomach problems lead to the emergence of other health problems, and I had to wake up.

In my healing loop, I am cut off from my inner voice, from my inner direction, my compass. No wonder I couldn’t get out of the hole and go to a place of true equality, balance, and perfection, in all aspects of my life.

I had no access to my intestinal intuition.

Now, I cannot say for sure what came first: the pressure of this subject, which led to intestinal problems, or the onset of my own bowel movements, which led to the continued suppression of my intuition.

Anything, indigestion, of any kind, is actually an inability to convey the past, the past and the past, but that we choose to define. Our courage is where our will, our strength, and our courage lie. Or, when it comes to inequality or risk, our courage is where fear, inefficiency, and self-determination prevail.

We know this because of a similar natural tendency to say, “You are brave; trust your guts; I have a bad gut feeling about him; be more courageous! ”But what if we actually listen and trust our guts? What does that mean?

Similarly, we have all heard of a powerful microbiome - how we are actually superorganisms composed of billions of intestinal bacteria that support everything from the immune system to the production of serotonin. But how does this knowledge translate into good unity of mind, heart, and stomach leading to quantum healing?

Sure, we know how to take probiotics and eat processed foods to feed our good stomach bugs, but how often do we hear about the roots of intestinal problems — fear, panic, anxiety — and how to get rid of them?

Starting to Grow My Emotions

Finally, at the age of twenty-six, I lost my ability to use my healing powers and went to “specialists,” only to find that the only paramedic I had left behind was me. I'm more sick than before, I realized that no diet would work out, because there was something else I was eating.

What could I not do? After twelve years of intestinal problems, I began to ask myself this question. A good massage therapist told me to start talking to my stomach, asking her what she needed.

Every day, I slept with my hands on my stomach, and I simply said, “I'm determined to hear what you have to say. I am ready to digest my emotions. “That's all I did. I lay there waiting for my feelings to clear up.

My stomach was so tight, scared, that at first, nothing came of it. I felt completely isolated from my entire digestive tract. After all, I've been beating her for years, scolding her for making me sick, feeling completely useless and a victim when I have symptoms.

So I just kept my hands on my stomach and hopefully. I spoke to him calmly. "I'm fine. What I need to heal is already inside. I'm determined to hear what is ready to be heard."

Slowly the tears welled up. I thought the pain was disappearing like black smoke and it was floating in my body. Days passed, weeks passed. My stomach started to churn. I started chewing. And when I did, my whole body shook with the fear I was most afraid of, the fear itself.

Fear - failure, success, my strengths, my weaknesses, inadequacies, extremes, the future, the past, the present and the future.

I was holding a lifelong fear in my stomach, and my stomach was working around it, defending that fear that my life depended on. My life depended on it - as a way to protect myself from danger and to live with an open heart beyond fear.

That fear gradually diminished my ability to live, my ability to comprehend anything good, from nutrition to happiness.

At first, coping with such intense emotions may seem like an eternity. And certain types of deaths are possible.

Extreme mobile release in progress. All the body needs is support to keep the process going. He needs help, relief and compassion. He must know that you are safe - and he will do more.