Her Testimony – Jasmine’s Journey of Healing
It’s been a long road, just finished day 6 of treatments.
I went swimming at 7:30 in the morning (those who know me know that alone is a miracle), walked with the IV around the clinic, then walked over 2.5 miles with my mom at the gardens. With hardly any pain.
The general burning and stabbing in my spine is gone.
The brain fog is gone.
Feeling like there’s mercury and toxins in my veins is gone.
The feeling of doom is gone.
I still have muscle weakness/spasms/pain off and on, I still have chronic fatigue, I still need to lie down and rest.
I still disassociate & have panic attacks/anxiety, as well as mania.
My stomach is still sensitive and I still get nauseous, but I’ve been able to eat 3 full meals a day with minimal nausea.
My joints are still glow sticks.
This has been the most progress I’ve ever had.
I’ve been in hell since I was 13, and hell has levels.
My rock bottom kept getting lower.
Just now starting to climb out of rock bottom feels weird, & I need to re learn my limitations and adjust to this new life, but it’s a new life nonetheless.
Cannabis has kept me alive since I was 20, but now I feel the homeostasis I had from that, without it. I haven’t been able to smoke while here due to Kansas laws, only microdosing with edibles & feco from friends, and while I’m not giving it up since it’s one of the only symptom relievers I have, I know I can cut it back.
Anyone who has incredulous amounts of pain who haven’t been able to find relief, I recommend Riordan Clinic.
They also treat mental illnesses ranging from depression to schizophrenia, with success for those patients who aren’t terminal & stick to their health plan after.
I will be getting intravenous vitamin c treatments at home in Columbia for maintenance.
Everyone’s bodies and health statuses are different, and this clinic knows exactly how to approach it per case.
I cannot promise insurance will pay/reimburse. I couldn’t do this without my parents. I could never afford it, or have the drive on my own to keep going while facing satan himself day after day after day, year after year after year after year.
I couldn’t be here without the amazing friends I have in my corner & by my side, cheering me on & encouraging me when I lost all hope, repetitively.
This journey has been so long and painful. The first 5 days of treatment tested my will to go on & my own strength.
It. Can. Get. Better.
It is finally getting better.
11 years of damage takes a long time to untangle, so I expect my body to heal at its own pace.
If I were to tag everyone who’s been supportive and the key to my healing, Facebook would crash.
You know who you are.