Once gluten free, and feeling immense personal improvements, I felt that I could look in the mirror and finally say to myself, “Oh, there you are, Debbie." (I shared my personal journey in my post, 40 Years in the Dark.) As the years progressed, however, I realized that I only found a part of me.
My GPS's redirection became too clear and I found myself diving right into advocacy for change. I'm not a researcher, chemical expert, or in the medical field. My experience is personal and it is life. I thought my sensitivity was a rarity, to be quite honest. But I'm not rare at all. Far from it.
We put a lot of value on what others think of us--or more often--what we think others might think of us. This is another one of those things I'm working myself out of. My journey is mine. What others think of me doesn't matter. My goal is to simply value myself and to allow negative labels I've put on myself or allowed others to tag me with to dissipate.