I was coughing up blood and chunks of tissue for four days and had visited the ER twice. The second time, they took me more seriously. I was in sepsis. From what? They couldn't tell me. They were going to bring in a specialist, but I was too headstrong to stay and find out. I went home, looked at my labs, researched deficiencies in the body, and got to work.

I ate nothing but pineapple, strawberries, bananas, and mango for ten months, trying to correct my gut microbiome. I drank root teas like dandelion root, burdock root, stinging nettle tea, milk thistle, red clover, clove tea. I began taking magnesium glycinate at night, putting castor oil in my belly button, taking a shot of black seed oil and olive oil with lemon first thing in the morning. I stopped drinking coffee for that whole year because I wanted to get my body into an alkaline state. I started salting my tongue, taking baths in baking soda, Epsom salt, and borax, and doing parasite cleanses.

And miraculously, seemingly, there was no more deep tissue pain from organ failure. I could get up and go about my day instead of laying helplessly in the worst pain all day. I could wear clothes that were fitted, because before, any type of restrictive clothing would hurt deep in my stomach. I started living life again after five years of suffering.

I remember going to work while I was sick and suddenly getting a "flare up." My skin would sweat, I'd get dizzy, my skin would turn red, and it almost always resulted in me throwing up. Those days are long gone. I used to suffer with extreme cramps during my period, and now I barely need Midol anymore because the pain is tolerable. I can go on about my days now, but I learned a lot along the way about MCAS, POTS, histamine responses, and triggers. I started taking vitamin B12 and holy smokes, my fatigue went away almost instantly. I felt like I had more energy than when I was a kid.

Nobody handed me any of this. I found it because I refused to accept "we don't know" as an answer. That's what Rooted Radiance Revival is for: handing you what I wish someone had handed me.