Today I am publishing an excellent letter from Sarah (not her real name) who recovered from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome using Reverse Therapy.
I think the letter speaks for itself. It is also a moving, personal story.
I applied to Oxford University and was invited to interview. My family flew to Thailand the week before my interview so I got myself down there on my own, interviewed, got myself home and then travelled to Thailand to meet up with them. We were on a beach on Boxing Day when the Tsunami hit. Luckily we all survived but my sisters and I (they were 8 and 10 at the time) were separated from my parents and brother for some time, and had to run for our lives without them, not knowing where they were – I thought they were dead, until we found them again a while later. We returned to England, where I found three letters had been posted to us; one to let me know I had got into Oxford on condition of 3 ‘A’s at A level, and the other two from newspapers asking us for our story. I returned to college to complete my A levels – it wasn’t going very well and around three weeks before my exams 3 of my teachers independently advised me to defer for a year as they did not think I would get three As, so I sorted my head out as best I could and managed to do it.
That October I started at Oxford. I was never really truly happy there. I’m a bit of an unusual combination of characteristics and traits; my friends have always been the people who dropped out of school although were wonderfully interesting, humorous and accepting of other people, but I was never totally satisfied with that life because my brain was never stretched enough. When I got to Oxford my brain was certainly stretched and I loved being around people who were career-minded, ambitious and energetic, but the other side of my life was missing there; there was very little, if any, empathy, it was cut throat and cold blooded; people who fell behind were left behind, and lots of them did including many lovely people with personal issues like clinical depression and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, to name a few. There was no help there for anyone, and their peers turned their backs on them as soon as they fell behind – it was as though it was so stressful that no one had any time for any one else at all. This really bothered me; I struggled to cope with the fact that some of my friends were so cold and uncaring. The terms were only 8 weeks long and then we had to go home for 6-8 weeks and the transition between Oxford and home was especially hard – I would have a head ache for a week after I left, and it would always be terrible in the car on the way back.
In my first year there, it was hard to deal with leaving my sisters behind, and the atmosphere made this worse because it was so alien to me. At first I would leave to visit my friends in Liverpool at the weekends, but I would feel so terrible when I returned that I made the conscious decision to give up that lifestyle until I had finished my degree.
In the second year I got very involved with sport and extra-curricular things – I trained six days a week, organised a black tie event, and gave a speech in front of some Law Lords, which was the most incredible experience (I love public speaking and debating – I was a member of the National Squad when I was 17 – but I gave that up when I went to Oxford because the other people who did it were generally the very worst sort of Oxford student, in my opinion, so they reminded me of all the things I disliked about the place and I suppose it was too hard for me to deal with).
Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
Halfway through second year I got ill, and just didn’t recover. 6 months later they found out that it was Glandular fever. After a year or so they diagnosed Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Despite everything I completed my degree on time and obtained a 2.1. Every medical official and academic I had spoken to in this 18 month time period had told me that I would not be able to do it – apparently I was a very severe case and they expected me to be ill for years. The National Health Service offered me nothing – for the first 6-12 months – they simply didn’t care, then they started to offer me anti-depressants without even asking me whether I felt depressed! I refused on every occasion, explaining that I wasn’t depressed I was pissed off and frustrated, and that was a normal reaction to my situation. I lost my ability to communicate and my fitness – I couldn’t walk 50 yards without blacking out. This lead to a loss in confidence (something I had never experienced before!). I was devastated and began to lose hope as there just didn’t seem to be a way out – I hate sitting around waiting for things.
After finishing my degree in summer 2008, I came home. I had improved a lot at this point. My Mum thought that there was something that still wasn’t quite right in me, and she contacted Dawn, who had been recommended to us by a former client of hers. I didn’t want to go, because I didn’t want to go over everything yet again (I had seen over 15 different medical people and not one of them had really helped me), but I went because my mum wanted me to. I thought it sounded a bit fuzzy and daft from what my mum told me, and decided not to look into it because I knew I (or the bit of me that I now know to be my Headmind) would dismiss it. As soon as Dawn explained it to me I was sold; well, my Bodymind was – Headmind was still a little hesitant, but I chose to give it a go because it was the first thing that anyone had said to me that made sense, and it gave me permission to go for a run instead of a boring walk, which was something I desperately wanted and needed.
Reverse Therapy truly and utterly reversed me; it took away all the excess baggage that had built up over the years as a result of my insecurities, fears and losses and gave me my zest for life back that I had lost along the way. Today, after just a couple of sessions I feel like the person I was four years ago, and I love it! Reverse therapy sounds like a miracle, but it isn’t, it is the most logical approach to Chronic Fatigue that I have come across; in fact the only logical approach. When I was ill doctors would look at me, some with pity, some with disbelief and some with irritation, and ask me what I wanted them to do for me. Every time I replied ‘I want to get better, I want to know why this happened, and I want to know how to stop it happening again’. None of them could ever give me an answer. The best they could do was tell me to slow down and wait to get better. Even holistic medical practitioners couldn’t explain it – they would tell me that I had pushed myself too far, that I needed to ‘slow down’ and listen to my body more, but they never explained how to do this. This served to confuse and frustrate me, in my opinion a healthy 20 year old should be able to train six days a week, do a degree and have a social life, and I was super healthy – I ate organic, home-cooked food, didn’t drink or smoke and exercised regularly. Reverse therapy has answered these questions – I now know why I got sick, I have already made myself better, and I know how to stop it happening again. Now I know how to listen to my body; actually hear what it is saying and to interpret it. Reverse therapy may be logical but it is a truly revolutionary way of thinking for the modern medical profession, and the most academically brilliant thing I have ever come across – it explains and allows for the link between body and mind which I think is the keystone that modern medicine is missing.