I read that somewhere. Can’t remember where it came from, but I scribbled it down, because I liked the sound of it, and it fits my tattoo.
I’ve been reading, reading and re-reading. All these different pages teaching you how to create a product, or a niche or how to start your online business. I know so much in theory, and I have lots of ideas for the future. Different projects, courses, groups, themes.
What they all tell you to do is: «You have got to make your own story.»
People like stories. Let people connect with you, relate to you. Be real.
When trying to write that story I have been so confused. I struggle with choosing what to write. I have many stories! Maybe I should tell people about how I once totally changed my life around, from full time job and being settled in a small town, to giving all of that up to move to Paris as an online first year medicine/nutrition student. Because I needed to find the ambitious part of myself that I somewhere along the way left behind because of fear and insecurities.
Or the time I discovered powerlifting and what it did to me. Getting to know my strenghts and weaknesses, building myself. Finding a passion.
Or living with IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) and how I manage to deal with it better today. How that really messed up my relationship with food for a long time, and how I have realised that afterwards.
But the truth is I feel like I am living the most important story right now.
I recently discovered how stress can manifest in your body. I went to the doctor thinking it was something that could be solved quickly, like anything else. Maybe I had an infection or something.
Thankfully, I came to a doctor with a high level of understanding and ability to see me as a whole person, and not just looking at single body parts. She asked me if I was going through something tough in my life – and the answer to that was a loud and clear yes (or rather a sobbing and tearful one, I guess…). She told me my pain was not because of an infection, but psychological stress manifested in the tissue and muscles, and she sent me to a specialist. I felt confused, sad, happy and a bit like someone had started pulling off my armour. Exposed all of a sudden, and very vulnerable. It was my body telling me “enough is enough. Slow down, or I’ll make you slow down.”
I didn’t really think it could happen like this – even though I have read a lot about how long term stress can affect you psychologically and create physical pain. I never thought it could happen to me. And that’s the core here: everyone thinks this way: “it doesn’t happen to me. Maybe to you, or the person I read about in that article, but not to me.” But that’s bullshit. It can happen to anyone, including you.
All this has lead me to realise how connected mental health and psychology, physiology and nutrition is to one another – and therefor overall well-being. That’s something I want people to learn more about. The interconnection between mind and body.
I think my story is on the right path.
But that’s enough rant for today…
