I was crouching on the sidewalk at the corner of 14th and 6th avenue, my hands wrapped around my stomach, face scrunched in pain and beads of sweat collecting on my upper lip.
Just breathe, I said to myself gently.
I was in pain. Again.
My stomach felt like an angry monster was trying to claw its way out, punching against the inside of my belly, the taughtness of my skin pressing uncomfortably against the stiffness of my raw denim shorts.
I gazed up at my friend, hovering above me with a look of worry.
Are you okay?
Yes, but I don't think I can go to the party, I just need to go home.
I had been here so many times before 😣
Unexplainable stomach pains, weird bloating, digestion-related cramps, and just an overall feeling of "something's not right."
This particular summer day I was missing a party with friends.
Other times it was cancelled dates, nights out with friends that turned to me sipping ginger ale and bitters at the bar to try and ease the discomfort I felt in my tummy, vacations where I dreaded putting on a swimsuit because I felt 6 months pregnant of bloat and travel gut.
I suffered from weird digestion for years. To the point where I saw sevearl doctors - both western medicine, naturopaths, accupuncturists and herbalists and all of them said something similar -- your tests looks normal. You're fine!
But I left their offices feeling discouraged...
aka FEELING VERY NOT FINE, and downright 💤 tiredddddd of feeling this way💤
If so, then WELCOME! I am so glad you're here.