I’ve always been really active. We lived in the country and we were big campers - always outside, always in nature. Looking back, I probably picked up Lyme disease somewhere along the way, but I never saw a tick, never had the classic bull’s eye rash. So I had no reason to suspect anything and besides, I knew nothing about Lyme disease.

What I did have, were symptoms that made absolutely no sense over a number of years.

It started years before I was diagnosed - easily 10 years. Things would come and go, and they were always strange. I had this terrible rash on my arms at one point - so painful to the point where they would almost bleed. I went through all the testing for allergies but nothing ever turned up.

Another time, I could not use my left hand, not even to pick up an empty plate. Six months later, it affected the other hand – both hands impacted at the same time. Again, more testing for carpal tunnel, arthritis … I had physio but nothing seemed to help and just as suddenly one hand got better and then the other.

On another occasion, I was walking on a back road and suddenly felt like I was having a stroke. I could not walk straight and kept falling to one side, got up but same thing happened. Went to the local hospital and was told I had Meniere’s disease but the Ear and Throat specialist dismissed this diagnosis.

Later, I got this rash on my neck that spread to my face. My face got so swollen that when I went to the hospital, they thought I had been in an abusive situation. This episode lasted about 3 months.

Everything was spaced out over time, but eventually I started thinking, “Okay … what’s going to happen next?”

And then it got scary.

The turning point was when I was driving home from Toronto in the morning on the highway and felt I was going to lose consciousness - everything started to go black. I was able to pull over safely and about an hour later, felt well enough to drive myself to a nearby hospital. Lots of tests were run but nothing conclusive.

The next morning, my body just crashed. I could barely walk, breathing became difficult. I knew something was very, very wrong. I thought I was dying.

I saw an Urologist, Immunologist and Heart Specialist. I had x-rays and a CAT scan.

I was tested on two separate occasions for Lyme disease and both times, the results were negative. The heart specialist told me that he could tell something was wrong but could not pin point what it was but sooner or later, it would show itself.

The last doctor I saw was an Internal Medicine Doctor, who after running some tests, including one for Lyme, told me it was all in my head and suggested I go on anti-depressant/anti-anxiety meds which by then, I thought he was right. But before proceeding with his suggestion, my aunt pushed me to get my blood tested in the U.S. and that’s when I finally got an answer. I was diagnosed with Lyme disease at the very end of 2016 but by then, I’d been dealing with symptoms for years.

I started treatment with a Lyme specialist in the U.S. and I was on antibiotics for about a year. I went from 122 lbs to 100 lbs. My skin was grey. I looked, and felt, like I was fading away. During my time of meds, the side effects from the disease and all the drugs caused me to suffer with severe anxiety; I was not able to sleep which intensified the anxiety.

At one point, I had a reaction so severe mentally that I didn’t even feel like myself. I remember lying in bed, feeling completely out of control, like something had taken over my mind. It was terrifying. That was the moment I knew I couldn’t keep going like that.

So I stopped the drugs.

From there, I tried more natural approaches with a naturopath. Some things would help for a while, but it was always temporary. I’d feel better for a few months, and then everything would come back. It was a constant roller coaster.

Then I met someone who had gone through Lyme and actually recovered. He introduced me to this technology. That’s when things started to shift for me.

I started using the wrist pulser every day. At first I was wrist pulsing about 20 minutes a day, but pretty quickly I worked up to an hour and on most days, even two to three hours. I was also making my own ionic colloidal silver and using it consistently.

Within a few weeks, I noticed something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I felt calmer. My system wasn’t as reactive. I wasn’t as on edge all the time.

And then it built from there. I don’t recall exactly how long of a program I did, but it was over a year, then I used the wrist pulser intermittently when I was symptomatic. I also used the magnetic pulsing at times.

I had more energy. I could get through my days more normally again. It wasn’t this dramatic overnight change, but it was steady - and for the first time, it actually felt like something was helping instead of just masking things or giving me a temporary boost.

That was huge for me.

I’ve recently started using the wrist pulser again. Even now, when I use it for an hour or more, I notice it right away - especially with my sleep. The first time I used it again recently, I had one of the best nights of sleep I’d had in a long time.

These days, my symptoms are very different from what they were back then. Most of the physical issues are gone, but I still deal with neurological sensitivity - things like sensory overload - too much noise, too much light, too much going on and sometimes chronic fatigue.

But now I understand it. I know when I need to step back, quiet things down, and support my system.

And I have tools that actually help me do that.

Wrist pulsing regularly and making ionic colloidal silver became a really important part of me taking control of my health again. It wasn’t the only thing I did, but it was one of the few things that consistently made a noticeable difference. Supplements became a valuable addition to support my immune system too.

What this whole experience taught me is that you really have to listen to your body. I saw so many specialists, and not one of them gave me answers. Some of them dismissed me completely.

Today, I’m living in Mexico, in a small town by a lake. It’s quiet, it’s calm - and for me, that matters. I’ve come a long way from where I was.

If I could say anything to someone going through something similar, it would be this: don’t ignore what your body is telling you. Keep asking questions. Keep searching.

You’re not crazy. And you’re not stuck. There is hope; my faith has kept me strong through it all.