Let’s go back to the beginning. I never did share my experience of the first 9 days of this raw diet detox. Technically I attempted to start a full 7 days before. I was in Florida with my sister where I read Medical Medium for the first time. We both started immediately with celery juice in the morning. Then, for the rest of the day I ate as raw as possible. By nightfall, (being on vacation and all) we would go out to eat. I thought I was doing well by going to Sweet Tomatoes where I could get a nice raw salad. Great in theory, except I can’t resist their chili. Fail.

So, my first official day was when I came home to Atlanta. I had already been struggling with the emotional aspect of not eating the foods my body craved (read: comfort foods). Little did I know what I was in for. Once I stopped eating any warm foods at all and couldn’t even add olive oil to my dressings, all hell broke loose in my brain.

Everything made me angry. I cried. A lot. Then, I cried some more. I couldn’t sleep because I was racked with anxiety. At that point, my brain fog was pretty bad (one of the reasons for choosing to detox) which just amplified everything. And, I don’t know about you, but when I have anxiety every little physical symptom means I am dying. (who needs WebMD when you have anxiety brain?!)

I was fatigued, had pains running up and down my left side primarily in my left arm and shoulder, and my legs would be tight from edema by the end of the day. It was distracting, uncomfortable and frightening (because, well, anxiety). All reasons for doing the detox. My autoimmune (multiple sclerosis) was clearly flaring up again and I had to face the fact that it was due to my food choices. More anger. More crying.

I devoured every bit of information I could get about the experiences of others going through a similar detox. Not a detox just for the sake of wanting to feel healthier, but a life or death type of detox. I found some great stories and comments through the Medical Medium facebook page, but I wanted more. I wanted to reach out and connect with others in a community that would encourage me, sympathize with me and tell me it was all going to be ok.

That’s what brought me here. My hope is to create that community that I had wanted 15 days ago. To create a space that wasn’t there so that no one else has to feel like they are going through it alone. To create a space that makes others see, wow, that looks rough, but she is still holding on, maybe I could do it too.

My heart aches for anyone with an autoimmune condition. It is a terrifying, lonely, painful existence. But, we have hope. We have a future. That future is waiting for us if we are willing to take the most difficult steps and revamp the way we look at food. Food is our medicine. It is our cure.

With all my love, wishing you best health.

Originally posted at eatwhatyouknow.com

Published by Melinda Schmitt