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Healing Autoimmune Diseases the Indigenous Way

This article was originally posted by Tessa Mychael Sayers on indiancountrytodaymedianetwork.com

 Healing Autoimmune Diseases the Indigenous Way

The Beginning

My life started to unravel in 2008. I was tired, bloated, reactive to food, irritable, anxious, and at times depressed. From the outside, I had it all. Inside, I knew something was very wrong. Western doctors started their rounds of testing, but were dumbfounded. I took a workshop on naturopathic medicine and was mesmerized by what was considered an alternative form of healthcare, which is what I now call indigenous ways of healing.

Within 24 hours I completely changed my diet and lifestyle. I started seeing a naturopathic doctor. Many of my symptoms improved within months, but deep within I knew something still wasn’t right. After a week-long 30thbirthday binge eating celebration in 2012, I knew that my mystery issue was cyclical and dependent on the foods I ate, my sleep patterns, and overall emotional health. One month later I was diagnosed with three autoimmune diseases. I was crushed.

It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To

The Internet can be your best friend or worst enemy. For me it was the gateway to the future hell I thought my life would become. Autoimmune sufferers talked about their teeth falling out, their hair falling out, and in extreme cases death from complications. Many individuals diagnosed were over 45 and here I was at the exciting age of 30, believing all my dreams were over.

So what did I do? I had a party, invitation for one. Did I have a cry fest? You bet! I cried everyday—most often in the corner of my closet so my roommate wouldn’t hear me. What if my disease got so bad I couldn’t do art anymore, what if I have to quit my job because the fatigue gets too bad? Who would want to marry me like this? What if I slowly die?

Autoimmune is when your body gets confused and starts to attack itself, not only real foreign invaders, but the healthy tissues and organs. My body was so reactive, there were days when I couldn’t get much food down. I would go to bed hungry. Other days I was too tired to care.

Getting Dumped

No I didn’t get the boot from my man, my boyfriend at the time took a second job as my nursemaid even though I tried to convince him to leave me. Food broke up with me. I was told to cut out dairy, gluten, corn, soy, grains, sugar, coffee, and at one point fruit. It was easier to tell people what I could eat. I took the breakup hard, really hard. It was like seeing an ex three times a day.

I isolated myself because I couldn’t participate like other people my age. I was in full post food breakup depression without any comfort foods to make me feel better. Who wants to eat a celery stick mid meltdown? The disease was reeking havoc on my internal and external being. Looking at myself in the mirror became a painful ritual—I did just enough to be presentable. My hair started to thin, and that bothered me more then any other side affect of the disease.

One evening my boyfriend found me crying on the floor holding the hair straightener I had just broken—welcome to rock bottom. I looked at him and said: “Why do you love me, there isn’t anything beautiful to love anymore.” Without hesitating he said “I love you for the person you are on the inside, and I still think you’re beautiful.” I realized that I didn’t really love myself. I didn’t know how to accept the things about myself I wanted to change. It was then that I realized my disease was connected to the relationship I had with myself, which needed some serious nurturing.

Medicine Wheel

I was determined to get better. I have always been an overachiever, which ironically was part of my problem. My greatest strengths were also my biggest weaknesses. I refused any over the counter medication, which made people nervous, but I knew that healing wasn’t going to manifest through quieting the symptoms. My body was screaming at me, and I was ready to listen.

At first I thought I could get my disease into remission through diet, exercise, and sleep, however my progress plateaued. I was then drawn to the Native American medicine wheel that balances the physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual aspects of our lives. I was avoiding addressing the emotional issues in my life because lets be honest, that’s uncomfortable. Who wants to enter those dark places we work so hard to control, ignore, or cover up with food or substances. My spirit said: “diet and exercise isn’t enough, let’s go there. You know you have to Tessa, and I know you’re scared.” I went to that place. Many times. Traumas and emotions I never knew existed magically appeared during my inner work. I couldn’t believe such things had been trapped within the walls of my body for so long. There were times I cried so deeply, I just knew I was releasing something profound, something that was begging to be let go

Healing

My life has dramatically improved since hiding myself in the closet with a celery stick. As challenging as living with a disease can be, it has brought many blessings to my life. I believe in the power of naturopathic medicine and holistic health care. The medicine wheel has become the foundation in which I keep exploring and fine tuning the various aspects in me that need attention. My physical space is strengthened through diet, sleep, hydration, and exercise. My emotional space is nurtured through journaling, music, poetry, art therapy, and yoga.

Mentally, I continuously challenge deep-rooted belief systems and replace them with beliefs that are in alignment with my true self. Spiritual space has been dedicated to a self-created sanctuary where I pray to creator, meditate, smudge, set intentions, and express daily gratitude. I take no prescription medications and strongly believe in the power to heal my disease through preventative and natural means. I eat organic food and wear organic makeup. And yes, it is expensive. Any excess income I have is gone. Would I rather be spending money on vacations and new clothes? Yes. Do I want a roommate? Not really, although she is awesome. My budget is tight, and that’s because I have made a conscious choice to put my well being first. Any shot I have at pure remission is dependent on the work I put in everyday.

I have embraced the concepts of letting go, accepting, trusting, and forgiveness. I still have hard days—I sometimes cry. I am human, and I’m learning to accept that I don’t have to be perfect. I believe that as I continue to work through my physical, emotional, spiritual and mental being, my disease will be something of the past. There are days when I don’t feel well, which means I have to examine the world around me and inside me, and figure out what needs nurturing, what needs attention. I have more days that I feel amazing and grateful because I have truly gotten to know myself. I love myself more than I did 7 years ago.

You Can Heal Too

Lifestyle changes are overwhelming because they require us to explore the caverns within us that hold vulnerable wounds, many from childhood. They say belief systems take hold before the age of 7, and are reinforced by the environment around us. Emotions are energy, and energy cannot be destroyed. They hide and poison our beautiful bodies, creating stress, illness, and unhappy people. Until you dedicate time to exploring and processing trauma, it will keep you hostage. Reach out for support and surround yourself with those who encourage you to follow your own path. It takes great courage to look within.

Our society often looks externally for answers, validation, and for others to fill the voids within our hearts. The answers are always within you. When you take the time to heal and love yourself, you are not only giving yourself an amazing gift, but the people around you as well. If you ask yourself the right questions, you will find the answers, the willpower, and guidance to come back to the person you have always been. It is a journey of self-discovery that never ends. You will never be perfect. But I promise you will be happier, healthier, and more loving then you ever thought possible.


Tessa Mychael Sayers, Chippewa/Cree, has a Master’s Degree in educational psychology. After serving the Native community as a high school counselor for three years, she is currently a merchandiser for Nike N7, which inspires and enables Native and Aboriginal youth to be more physically active. In 2012, she was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis and sjogrens that mimics the symptoms of lupus. Tessa enjoys painting, beadwork, graphic design, and is working on publishing a children’s art therapy workbook helping youth process and release difficult emotions. She can be reached at tessa.mychael@gmail.com.

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