I came to Miraval raw, having just lost my husband after 6 months. It was a solo trip. I was so vulnerable and raw. And you were my first workshop.
I wish you had been just 1% open to hearing my thoughts. You asked the class to be open to your ideas, and as soon as I asked a question that challenged your way of eating, you shut me down.
You don’t know me or my history. But you didn’t ask. Maybe I’m a carnivore because we tried everything else.
You don’t know that we raised two special needs boys. One was born with bilateral choanal atresia and had 12 surgeries up till the age of 12. And another son with autism.
We knew diet was the answer to everything when they were young. We tried gfsfcf (gluten-free, sugar-free, casein-free), vegetarian, functional, and keto. Who knew it would be carnivore?
In the midst of them growing up, I got sick. Two brain surgeries were required. I’m now in remission from a tumor, trigeminal neuralgia, tons of GI issues, migraines, arthritis, severe fatigue, depression, anxiety, brain fog, and I’m off all pharmaceutical meds.
I was off OTC meds, but when you lose someone after loving them since you were 17, you have to give yourself grace.
I was also in bed for 10 years, on and off. I’d do an activity, then rest for the next three days. Now, I am active. I exercise. I play. EVERYDAY.
Another gift this way of life has given me is my state of mind. I know I would not still be on this earth after losing my husband so suddenly if it wasn’t for being a carnivore. It’s the first time since I was a kid that I loved myself.
My oldest son said, “Don’t stop the diet, Mom,” right after he lost his dad. He saw the changes.
I used to be so angry with 30 bottles of meds on my nightstand. I slept. All the time. They lost their mom for ten years before they lost their dad forever.
The real gift this woe gave me was the LOVE my husband and I experienced the last four months he was alive. We soared to new heights- I remember I asked him after I got better…” do you feel this?” and he said… “It’s always been here.” We were like kids, so happy, so in love.
Why am I writing this? I felt unacceptable and judged by you at MIRAVAL, a place I’ve dreamt about coming to for twenty years. I’m hoping that the next raw person who is sitting in front of you is shown more compassion. I’m hoping you do your research – past what you have done previously – and are open to new ideas.
My best,
Suzi Noyes