My Journey

 

I was born in Sweden and  grew up in the natural surroundings of forests and lakes. As a child the forest was my playground and spending time in nature foraging, swimming and ice-skating was part of my every day.  

 

I never questioned health until my mother passed away from cancer. Health was always something I had been taking for granted. At this time I was studying Fine Art in London and watching my mother fighting a losing battle against cancer was traumatic. 

 

Years later, my health began to decline and I suffered from many symptoms including severe brain fog, low mood, weight problems, skin rashes, food sensitivities, oedema, joint pain, bloating, ear infections, toxicity, fatigue and slow wound healing, and hypothyroidism. I got diagnosed with autoimmune disease. Illness became part of my identity and I forgot what it felt like to feel alive and well. I had lost purpose and did not recognise who I was anymore.

 

I remember waking up in the mornings with an emptiness I had never felt before. Feelings of helplessness grew from my own experience of being ill. My creativity had suffered and I had stopped making art and lost a lust for life.

 

I asked myself ‘Why do we get ill?’