What if IBS can be solved

I had no idea that IBS can be solved. None. My IBS seemed like an impossible puzzle.

I would get back home at the end of August, unpack and have a strange but familiar sinking feeling come over me: Back to school. Back to work. And back to IBS.

Although my IBS had never really left me, I had just had some space, and a little down time.

And just as I came up for breath, I had to get ready to do battle again. To get back on the merry-go-round of to-do lists, deadlines, and to top it all IBS flares.

4 months to Christmas. Again.

I had no idea how I could escape from that feeling. I had often tried, just to find myself right back there again every time. And each time my IBS symptoms seemed to get even worse.

So, as usual, I pushed through.

“Take meds” they told me.

“You’re eating the wrong foods!” they said.

“Just do these relaxation exercises!”

Why didn’t anyone UNDERSTAND?

Why couldn’t they get that I felt so deeply tired of it all.

And that I felt completely on my own to figure it out.

I was flailing.

No matter what I ate, I still got flare-ups and felt knocked to the ground.

Every time it took so much effort to get back up. I could never feel relaxed because I didn’t know when I would be knocked down again.

It became hard to be a functioning adult. Let alone “get ahead”.

I had no idea why I felt like that. My dreams seemed to have been put away into a cardboard box marked “Not for this life.” and pushed to the dark far corner of a closet.

Gradually I became jaded. I put on my “I’m fine” mask, but inside I felt like I was slowly sinking. And my IBS flares were there to remind me of this.

Until one day when something decisive changed.

I was SO sick and tired of the whole thing. Inside of taking the symptoms and taking the hits,

I got up. And I got angry. I was meant for better than this!

I made a firm decision deep down inside me.

That day I decided that there was NO WAY I was going to continue like this – like a leaf in the wind.

I decided I would be healthy, IBS-free and have my dreams SOMEHOW – or there was just no point carrying on.

And that decision was the start of a deep transformation. One in which I was shown, little by little, what was keeping me stuck. And I gradually climbed out of that flare-up chaos.