I am passionate about food, yoga, and mindfulness, but this has not always been the case.
At age 22, I was diagnosed with an early stage of cancer. I got my results, and in the same week, I also got the news my parents were divorcing. My biological mother, whom I’ve never met, added me on Facebook. And after years I finally realized I was in an abusive toxic relationship with my then fiance. I was petrified my life would end right there. (Yet before this, I had never actually been alive).
“SICK? BUT I’M ONLY 22! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SICK?!” I’d ask the universe. “Why is this happening to me?” I’d ask again. And again. And again.
Driven to save my life, I went to every head oncologist and pried information out of them. Apparently, every cigarette I smoked for the past 8 years prevented my body from fighting cancer. In fact, it was the reason those cells have spread + the nights of partying and drinking and the stress that a relationship with an alcoholic brought to my life.
I was speechless – This whole time, I had been killing myself.