“You should always be on some anti-microbial support even when the Lyme is gone,” one doctor told me.
“The Lyme disease could still be hiding in your cells so you need to keep it at bay,” said another.
The general consensus was always that I need to be doing some kind of maintenance plan for Lyme disease so the symptoms didn’t return. Even though I didn’t have it anymore. Just so it wouldn’t come back.
But, I chose not to.
Once I learned the one simple rule of healing, I knew how to never get sick again.
But that doesn’t mean it would be easy.
Confession: I’m lazy and I’m still not great at wanting to look at my feelings.
I know how to dissect, address, and release emotions, beliefs, and subconscious blocks now; and and I’m really freakin’ good at it. I still don’t like it though. Like, at all.
This is why I don’t have a Lyme disease maintenance plan. I don’t want a back-up plan to prevent Lyme disease symptoms.
I’m going to be ridiculously honest here. Of course I’d rather take pills and not worry about how I’m running my life. I’d rather curb any fear about illness with a fall-back plan to “maintain” my wellness. I’d rather not have to pay attention when my gut tells me to head in one direction but it’s more comfortable not to. I’d rather not speak up when it’s hard to, or figure out why a certain person is pushing my buttons. I’d rather move through life the easy way.
That’s exactly why I don’t let myself.
When even a $30k stem cell treatment couldn’t get and keep me completely well; I realized that only I was the only one that could do that. And it made my life a heck of a lot harder than it had ever been in many ways. But because of that and my humanness, I know a “maintenance plan” for me would become an “it’s ok, the supplements have the Lyme disease covered” plan.
While I’m absolutely on board with finding support for our wellbeing, I just know it’s not a good choice for me.
I need my body to create symptoms when I don’t listen. That’s the only thing that ever really gets my attention.
Now. Finally. After all this time.
It’s my biggest blessing. As long as I don’t cover anything up, my body will not let me get sick again and end up going “Whoa, how did that Lyme disease thing happen?”
It just won’t.
You see, I used to become annoyed at my body for always being symptomatic, but in hindsight, I see it was the only completely honest source of information in my life. It called me out, very often. As I became more apt and able to ignore it, it became stronger and louder. It never gave up and didn’t cower in my rebellion. It just kept delivering the messages.
How could I ever intentionally quiet the brilliance of that?