The night I cried in a restaurant bathroom

Hey,

I don't share this story often, but I think you need to hear it.

A few years ago, I was out for dinner with friends. A really nice restaurant. I had been looking forward this night out for weeks.

I didn't want to be bloated and have stomach cramps so I didn't eat all day (this wasn't unusual for me, if I had an event in the evening I would normally just sustain myself on coffee and chewing gum all day). 

I ordered something I thought was realtively safe. I checked the menu ahead of time (as I always did, because spontaneous eating was not a thing for me anymore). 

20 minutes after I ate, I felt it.

The bloating. The cramping. That unmistakable pressure in my abdomen that told me I had about 10 minutes before things got really uncomfortable.

I excused myself. Walked to the bathroom. Locked the door. And just... cried.

Not because of the pain - although that was bad. But because I was so TIRED. Tired of being the person who couldn't eat normally. Tired of eating dinner before and then pretending I wasn't hungry and will just have a drink. Tired of food occupying that much space in my mind and my life. Tired of the anxiety that came with every single meal.

I remember thinking: "Is this just my life now?"

I sat in that bathroom for 15 minutes, came down. Wiped my face. Went back to the table. Smiled. Nobody knew.

Because that's what we do, right? We suffer quietly. We manage. We make it work.

But I made a decision that night.

I decided I was done accepting this. I was done "managing symptoms." I was going to figure out what was actually wrong - even if it meant going outside the conventional system that had failed me for years.

That decision changed everything.

It led me to functional nutrition. To the FDN framework. To understanding that my symptoms weren't random - they were signals. And once I learned how to read those signals and address what was actually driving them...

I healed.

Not perfectly. Not overnight. Not in a straight line. But genuinely, deeply, sustainably.

And now I help other women do the same thing.

If you're in your own version of that restaurant bathroom right now - crying, exhausted, wondering if this is just your life...

It doesn't have to be. And you don't have to figure it out alone.

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With love and understanding,

Ksenia