When I was a child it was incredibly trendy to have A.D.D. or A.D.H.D. or some other acronym based disorder. Now, it is stress, anxiety, and being busy to the point of running yourself into the ground. The evolution of a dysfunctional generation.
The number of people I know on medication to controle all of their “ailments” is astronomical. Not to critique them personally, you gotta do what you gotta do. However, I believe their doctors are a bunch of pill pushing quacks who wouldn’t know how to help people with medicine if the answer bit them in the ass!
I say all of this based on the fact that Drew and I have been doing a lot of medical exploration as of late. He has been having some health worries that have taken us from Doctor to Doctor, being pawned off, no one really listening, all ready to push you out the door with a prescription to aide your illness. This was shocking to him, “Why won’t anyone just listen and do something about what I am saying?” he asked me in desperation, “I don’t understand.”
I will admit, when I was really small I was a bit of a hypochondriac. To be fair, I was sick quite often, what can I say, I was a delicate flower. When I was ten and eleven I had major surgery, so doctors became a regular part of my life, so much so, I grew out of my hypochondria.
When I was in high school my body started to reject me, a slow decline of crippling exhaustion and migrane headaches that would last for days on end. I would go into my doctor only to be told that the twenty viles of blood they had drawn came back with “inconclusive” results! This is the 21st century, there is no way TWENTY viles should have inconclusive results. After nearly five years of this “treatment” or lack there of, I became discouraged. I gave up on medicine all together and decided to live my life and deal with the issues as they arose.
When I was twenty one I gave up gluten, soy, and dairy, reduced my consumption of meat products and processed sugar, and did my best to eat clean. The reduction in migrane’s alone was astounding, going from several a week, to only a couple a month.
The moral of this story is not to make anyone feel bad. I started writing this with the intent of addressing the A.D.D. turned jittery stress induced disorders I am learning to deal with today… and this came out instead. I realize doctors are necessary and many of them are great at what they do and make the world a better place, but how do you weed through all of the bad to get to the good?
My question then becomes, who do we trust? How do we take care of our bodies as we place in them in more and more unnatural situations? Could it be as simple as changing our diets, going to a chiropractor, working out, learning to breath, and finding harmony in letting go of that which we can not controle?… At the end of the day, when most of us think about all of those things stacked up next to the simplicity of a pill, most will reach for the convenience of the “quick fix”.
I challenge you to think, long and hard about how that will end. Think about what you really want out of life, how you want to feel. I don’t recommend becoming a health nazi, everyone will end up hating you. Find what works for you, if you have an amazing doctor, CONGRATS (Dr. Klyn I miss you), if you see a naturopath and love it keep it up! If you are a granola girl who believes that a yogi/vegan lifestyle will save you, good on you!
At the end of all of this I think what I am trying to say is- be careful. Medications are corrosive and addictive, modern medicine is broken, and I am learning how to find a balance between all the options available.