I’ll never forget that day when I discovered what was causing the less-than-pleasant way I’d been feeling. I zeroed in on two, small, navy blue votive candles I used to enjoy.
Once gluten free, and feeling immense personal improvements, I felt that I could look in the mirror and finally say to myself, “Oh, there you are, Debbie." (I shared my personal journey in my post, 40 Years in the Dark.) As the years progressed, however, I realized that I only found a part of me.
My GPS's redirection became too clear and I found myself diving right into advocacy for change. I'm not a researcher, chemical expert, or in the medical field. My experience is personal and it is life. I thought my sensitivity was a rarity, to be quite honest. But I'm not rare at all. Far from it.