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A Glimpse Into My Past

Many people love to look at old pictures when they were younger,

“The good old days…”

But I don’t like to look at pictures of myself when I was sick with my 15-year illness.

At the time, I may have been able to hide that I was sick from others who didn’t know me.

I had a lot of shame for being sick for so long.

Some of my friends on social media may never have known me when I was sick.

They may have never seen me sick.

They may think that I have always been so happy, healthy, and vibrant.

I look at this picture and I don’t recognize myself.

Pull Back The Curtain, The Truth Is Being Revealed

In 2016, I went to Peru and I had a big spiritual awakening. Since I was 20, I had wanted to go to South America, but everyone told me it was dangerous for an American woman to travel there alone, so I didn’t. In 2016 I finally got the courage to go. I went to Lake Titicaca one of the powerful spiritual vortexes of the world. I was so sick at Lake Titicaca. It is the highest elevation lake in the world and I had terrible altitude sickness and food poisoning at the same time. I almost died. (I will share more about this story in another post.) Once I got better and was able to return home, I was not the same. It wasn’t anything I did in Peru, but it was Peru that changed me. It was after that trip that I decided to move from Los Angeles back to my hometown in Connecticut. I had been in LA for about a year pursuing my acting, comedy, and modeling career (it was going so well!) and suddenly it was no longer the place for me, not because of a decision, but because energetically it was no longer right for me. I couldn’t get myself to go back. My near death experience changed me. That was when I moved to CT and my focus became holistic health and wellness.

faith, Inspiration, SpiritualityKhristee RichJune 15, 2020spiritual awakening, inspiration, inspirational stories, spirituality, faith, trustComment

How I Healed Myself from My Chronic Illness

After 15 years struggling with a debilitating chronic illness, I was determined to be well. In 2010 I walked into a new doctor’s office at Danbury Hospital on the second floor. I sat in a muted chair in the waiting room of my infectious disease specialist’s office. I leafed through my pages of typed notes of my health history, hoping and praying that this new doctor would believe that I was ill and order further testing.

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