Trying to tackle Chronic Fight or Flight can feel like a never ending battle.

After spending years going to doctors of every kind, trying medications, therapies, and supplements that all landed me in exactly the same spot, or worse, made me feel like there was no hope for answers and that this was just the "thorn in my flesh" that I needed to get used to.

No one could see that I was sick and they made that clear by saying, "You don't looks sick" all the time.

Doctors didn't believe I was sick because my blood work all showed that I was doing fine.

So, if I wasn't clinically sick, and I didn't look sick, was I truly sick?

The truth is, my body was falling apart and I knew it. I was becoming more and more symptomatic and it was no longer just affecting me.

Now it was affecting my marriage, my ability to work, my social life, and even my relationship with God.

I was becoming more anxious about leaving the house or even making plans. I never knew how I would feel from day to day.

I was snapping at my husband all the time, for no reason at all, even to the point of flying into a fit a rage at times.

I dealt with so much shame and guilt for who I had become. I never thought I would end up as the nasty, negative, hard to be around person. I had never been that person growing up, but here I was. Why was I such a "monster?"

I spent more time apologizing for who I had become and consumed with getting better, that I stopped living, almost entirely.

Fun? Nope, I had forgotten what that even was most of the time.