When “Normal” Isn’t Normal — The Beginning of My Health Journey

For years, I knew something wasn’t right in my body.

Not in a dramatic way. Not in a way that showed up clearly on paper. But in a quiet, persistent way that slowly wore me down.

I was exhausted—deeply exhausted—in a way that sleep didn’t fix. I started experiencing anxiety attacks, something I had never dealt with before. My weight was increasing without explanation. I had low motivation, struggled with depression, couldn’t sleep well, and constantly felt cold, especially in my hands and feet.

And yet, every time I went to the doctor, I was told the same thing:

“Everything looks normal.”

For over 20 years, I searched for answers.

The only thing that ever showed up in my labs was anemia. So I did what so many women do—I explained it away. I told myself it was just stress. Being a mom. Running a business. Life being busy. Maybe I wasn’t eating well enough or exercising enough. Maybe I just needed more vitamins.

So I tried everything.

And nothing worked.

At one point, my anemia became so severe that I had a hysterectomy at the age of 35. I truly believed that would finally give me relief.

It didn’t.

I continued doing everything doctors recommended. I followed the plans. I made the changes. But no matter how hard I tried, I never felt better.

The hardest part wasn’t just how I felt physically—it was not having answers.

It was feeling like I was doing everything “right” and still struggling.

It was giving everything I had to the people around me, while having nothing left for myself.

Deep down, I knew something was wrong.

But I was starting to believe I might never find out what it was.

→ In Part 2, I’ll share the moment everything changed—and the breaking point that pushed me to finally find answers.