Here is my own story and how I discovered MY Vitality Path:
“It was a dark and stormy night…”
Well it wasn’t really. But it may as well have been.
I was unemployed, homeless, and my physical health had gone to crap. I was so humiliated… and felt SO powerless.
Once upon a time, I had been the local expert everyone had come to for natural health advice and spiritual counseling. “Ask Sherri – she’ll know” was something I heard a lot.
And honestly, much of the time, I DID know. Loads of people learned how to heal themselves with my help. There were actually folks who came from out of state to see me and take advantage of my knowledge and intuitive skills. What an ego trip!
Unfortunately, I had made some bad business decisions, and had to close my little health food store. I was so exhausted, and so deep in debt. I decided I should get a more “normal” job – something that wasn’t so woo-woo as the natural healing work I’d been doing for years. Looking back, I had already begun falling into depression.
I guess I had really identified with that store. It was almost as if I had lost a child. Embarrassed to show my face because of my failure (I felt I had let down my community), I pretty much cloistered myself in my little house in the hills. I closed myself off to the world, mistaken in believing it was not OK for me to ask for help.
Surviving on odd jobs, I was managing to get by… barely.
Now, I was the one who needed help: I had contracted Lyme disease. And Lyme had opened the door to Fibromyalgia, arthritis, lung and vision problems, muscle weakness, and a fatigue so all-encompassing that most days I rarely left the couch.
I remember the day it all started.
It was a hot muggy Texas summer afternoon. I was having some remodeling work done, and the plumbers and I were in and out of the house. They were skilled and finished the job quicker than I expected. I worked on another project, and decided to hit the shower and make some dinner.
I hadn’t had running water for a couple of days and the shower felt fantastic!
Then I saw some “dirt” above my left knee that had somehow been missed. Taking a closer look (no glasses in the shower of course) I saw it wasn’t dirt – it was a tick!
“Crap!” I said out loud. It was a deer tick, and it was already embedded in my flesh. Trying not to panic, I got out of the shower and started thinking through the list of all the different ways I’d heard to safely remove a tick.
Nothing was working, and all I could think about was Lyme disease and how I definitely did NOT want to be dealing with THAT the rest of my life.
I finally just got the tweezers, grabbed that tick’s head, and yanked it out of my leg, some of my flesh still in its greedy little mouth.
But it wasn’t over yet.
I knew there was a chance the tick was carrying Lyme… but hopefully not. I noted exactly where the bite was located, started on the herbal protocol I had used in the past for clients with Lyme disease.
And I waited and I watched.
The bull’s eye rash was definite before the end of the second day. I knew I needed major antibiotics, and couldn’t get in to the doctor for several more days.
I did the standard 2 week treatment. Those very expensive antibiotics were so strong that my stomach was a ball of pain every time I took them. But I knew that 2 weeks of misery to avoid a lifetime of Lyme disease was way worth it.
My doctor pronounced me clear, and I went on with my life.
A couple months later, I started noticing some nagging knee pain when taking stairs. My mind flashed to Lyme’s symptoms, and I talked myself out of it.
But what about that weird cough I’d had for two weeks? Wasn’t that a Lyme symptom, too?
I called the doc, who told me I had done everything right and should be fine.
“Should” was the operative word.
Within six months of the tick bite, I was noticing lots of changes in my body. I used to be incredibly strong, and now I was having trouble lifting things that should have been a piece of cake.
My well-meaning friends reminded me that age does this sort of thing. I just couldn’t imagine age would hit me so suddenly.
I still didn’t make the Lyme connection, until one day, I realized all these symptoms I had added up to Fibromyalgia. (Fibro sufferers can nearly always track their symptoms back to an initial traumatic event.)
The depression was starting to spiral downward. There was an excruciating month when I realized I was not finding enough work to make ends meet. And even though I had arranged for re-financing, the bank informed me they were repossessing my home.
Depression. Fatigue. Weight gain. Trouble sleeping. The idea of suicide entered my consciousness.
My physical health was shattered. Besides the fact that I had significantly lowered my eating standards to fit into my miniscule budget, I also wasn’t “standing in my Power” (5th chakra – Throat) which eventually contributed to my thyroid gland practically shutting down.
I was so disconnected from myself, it took a TV commercial for a self-help book to give me that old “V-8 forehead slap.”
My entire life was unraveling so very perfectly and completely, it didn’t take much time to figure out it HAD to be a God Thing.
As miserable as my situation was, I was being given a clean slate. A chance to start fresh.
The suicidal thoughts had gotten my attention. I knew I needed outside help to find my bootstraps if there was to be any hope of pulling myself up.
So much for trying to be normal.
With no budget for Western medicine, I had no choice but to return to the less expensive natural treatments I had once shared with others.
My physical strength and stamina, and even more important to me, my mind began to return more and more. I enrolled in courses and trainings as Spirit led me.
Gradually, I began to (re)learn to manifest the opportunities and things I desired to have in my life.
What gives me the audacity to believe I can help others, maybe even you?
Because it’s part of the reason I was born into this body, on this Planet, more than a half century ago.
I believe each of us have gifts that we are meant to use, to share with the world in whatever way is appropriate. I happen to be a Medical Intuitive, a translator of sorts. Yes, a HEALER. I help my clients to discover where they can re-direct their energy to create the life they’d rather be living.
I have a friend who admonished me never to call myself a healer because it sounds presumptuous and might keep people from believing I really am.
So I avoided “fessin’ up” and …. I got very sick.
It is my Purpose – and my responsibility – to SERVE as a Healing Messenger of Light.I take this responsibility quite seriously and it brings me JOY to help other people to help themselves, just as I was helped through my “dark and stormy night.”
I won’t tell you it’s easy. Like you and everyone else living in this 3rd dimensional plane, I face daily difficulties and dilemmas. The difference is that living your life On Purpose re-focuses the lenses through which you view everything – physically, emotionally, spiritually.
Even when it’s hard, life is oh-so-much more gratifying when you’re On Purpose.
So, here I am now, one foot in front of the other, step by step, in my new, no-apologies, WOO-WOO business, offering my services to the world, and to you.
Live Your Magnificence. Be Well.