Being tuned to the truth is like having supersonic hearing. In this way, one hears things that others don’t and perceives that which is dismissed by the masses. We truth-seekers know each other when we meet. We share a vibration. We know that we can go it alone, but sharing the space with others feels like a balm to a weary soul. It feels like instant familial recognition.
Since I departed from conventional medicine 8 years ago, I’ve never had a true mentor. I’ve operated from a place of hunger, learning everything I could from anywhere available. I consumed enormous amounts of material, connected dots, and shared my findings.
I never had a go-to resource for the inconsistencies and complexities that continued to challenge my understanding. I knew that those I would ask were also feeling their way in the dark in the same way I was. I devoted much of my time and effort to undermining assumptions about the conventional paradigm. If I could just be a gatekeeper protecting patients from the hook and sinker of a Pharma-driven disease model, I thought, then I have served my purpose.
Throughout this fight, however, I have marveled at the power of nutrition. I put down my prescription pad and fine-tuned dietary recommendations that seemed to be the magic bullet my patients had sought when they first filled that antidepressant prescription…