I’m not sure when I began being sick. Sickness was always lurking in the vicinity. Almost all my milk teeth had to be extracted because they developed cavities. I often experienced acute pain in my knees. If someone sneezed four blocks away, guess who’d be sick in bed for a week?
“Oh, poor thing, such a sickly child”
“Are you unwell AGAIN?”
It wasn’t fun and it kept getting worse. My immunity was weak, my energies always low, I was inactive, dull and usually in a bad mood. My time was spent either eating or thinking about eating. During breakfast, I’d fantasize about lunch and during lunch, about dinner. In the afternoon I’d sneak into the kitchen and stuff my mouth with milk powder. And then again. And again.
I suffered from chronic constipation, bronchial infections, back aches and nasty menstrual cramps which would wipe me out. At 18 I had hepatitis. At 22, I caught malaria. Finishing MBA and joining the corporate world made everything worse: sedentary work, lots of coffee, irregular meals, long hours.
I had an unhealthy relationship with food, with work, with people. And somewhere deep inside I knew this was because I had an awful relationship with myself.
So I decided enough was enough. It was time to take things into my own hands. Living in India, it seemed logical that I try some meditation.
At the age of 23, I walked into the Osho International Meditation Resort, where I practised active meditations that turned my life around and continue to transform my life in magical ways.
At 24, to further my self-healing, I got initiated to Reiki and began giving hands-on healing to myself and my (many) broken parts.
At 26, I got introduced to Yoga. I started late but fortunately landed with an excellent teacher who worked with me to strengthen my body and mind.
At 27, I decided to get off antibiotics and treat my bronchial infections the alternative way: through acupuncture. This was another big turning point. Finally my body had the opportunity to heal without any chemicals wiping out its resources. Ten months later, after eight years of smoking, I quit cold turkey.
At 28, I was diagnosed with uterine fibroids and cysts.
Dammit! Just when things started to look up. Why? How? What was I doing wrong? My head was swimming with questions and the various allopathic doctors I met had no answers.
After a brief pity-party (which my loved ones refused to attend) I decided that I would use this diagnosis to get to know myself better. I was intent on clearing all emotional, psychological and physical toxins that had inhabited my body and mind – now more than ever.
And so began another journey, more focused. I met a variety of alternative healers and practitioners, read a gazillion books on different forms on healing. My treatments included
Visualizations & Affirmations
There’s no way I could sum up the lessons I learnt from each of these experiences. Suffice to stay they helped me clear a lot of junk out of my mind and body and reclaim my natural vitality and creativity.
As the months passed, I got healthier and felt better. There was more energy to do things, I was happier, healthier and raring to go! I began exploring different ways to celebrate this new-found energy. I started gardening, cooking, photography. I signed up for Salsa classes. All this along with my social media consulting gigs. And yet, I had more time for friends and family than ever. The days were beginning to fill up with all the good stuff.
In short: it just kept getting better
Sometimes the school of hard knocks can deals some serious blows. In fact I think that is its role. But if you look at each blow as an opportunity to unravel your true self, then a whole new world and life awaits on the other side.
If you feel this is the time to uncover the inner scientist in you, then lets talk!