I am a firm believer that when you are down, the only way for you to go is up. When you fall, you have to get up. Up. Up. Up.
I knew that the only worse I could get was dead when I was at my absolute lowest 2 years ago. Crawling into bed and staying there right after getting home from work. Staying in bed on the weekends. Yes, I lived in bed because I had no energy for anything else and the pain of standing was unbearable.
Deep down I knew that the absolute worst would be dead. That meant if I was still on top of the Earth the only way was up.
I was never meant to stay down. That was something I learned from uncles that picked on me, but still told me I could be anything I wanted to be. I can and do get knocked down all the time by different things, but I pick myself up and keep going. I’m a fighter. That’s part of who I am.
Once Western medicine couldn’t give me the answers I was looking for, I tossed convention aside and slowly started climbing my way back up with alternative medicine and good old-fashioned healthy diet. Meaning no refined or processed foods. I kept steadily climbing as I discovered gluten to be the culprit and banished it forever.
I am up. I know it’s a long fall down. If happen to fall, I’ll dust myself off and start climbing again.