YODELER ON THE MOUNTAIN

The Warrior on the Mountain of Healing

She had been tired for as long as she could remember—tired in a way that sleep could never quite fix.
Five hours of rest, two calming pills, and a prayer for morning. That was her normal. But this warrior had learned long ago that “normal” doesn’t always mean “well.”

Her climb began years ago, when illness and stress seemed to pour into her life like rain. A difficult pregnancy, a baby fighting for health, a strict diet that left her weak but determined. Even then, she climbed.
When her gallbladder rebelled, when her body swelled with pain, she adjusted—learning discipline, resilience, and how to keep walking through discomfort.

After her daughter’s birth, her hair began to fall away—handfuls at a time. Doctors called it alopecia, but she knew it was something deeper. Her body was crying out, and she was determined to listen.
Then came the skin eruptions, the flare-ups that mirrored her inner inflammation. Removing dairy and gluten became another foothold on the mountain. Her face began to heal; her confidence started to return.

The path turned steeper. A car accident left the left side of her body in constant protest—her neck, her hip, her nerves all whispering the same truth: she needed healing, not just treatment.
She sought answers everywhere—pain specialists, surgeons, dermatologists—yet the summit still felt impossibly far away. When her liver faltered from medications, she realized she needed a different kind of map.

That’s when she found a new way—functional medicine.
Step by step, she began to understand the terrain of her own biology. She changed her nutrition, her sleep, her supplements, her boundaries. She learned that healing wasn’t just about her body—it was about her environment, her stress, her story.

She started losing the weight that had once anchored her down—physical and emotional. Her skin softened. Her headaches eased. Her energy, though not yet at the top, was rising.
She could finally look back and see how far she’d come: from exhaustion to understanding, from surviving to slowly thriving.

Today, this warrior still climbs the Mountain of Healing—strong, scarred, and luminous.
She carries no armor, only awareness.
Her body is her compass, her faith the rope she grips.

And with every step, she teaches others that even when the air grows thin, even when the path is steep—
healing is never behind you. It’s always just ahead, waiting at the next rise.