Hello,
TMS… that’s a term I had never even heard of two months ago.
I had no idea that all of you existed.
You, who are like me—or perhaps me, who is like you.
For years, I had been placed in the "Lyme disease" category.
I could just as easily have been placed in the "fibromyalgia" category.
Whatever the label, in the end we’re all facing the same thing.
It didn’t take me long to become convinced that TMS is what I’m dealing with.
One of the hardest things to accept was realizing that everything had been right in front of me all along. Since childhood, I had all the ingredients for a severe case of TMS: my family environment, anxiety, painful breakups, this deep need to be loved… it was all there.
And yet, for years, I chose to see everything through the lens of chronic Lyme disease.
In a way, that was the easier path because the cause was something outside of me.
It’s much easier to believe that the problem is a tiny bacterium or infection and that all you need to do is take medications or herbal treatments to recover.
It’s much harder to accept that my brain—and everything it has been through since I was born—may be at the heart of the problem.
I’m still a complete beginner when it comes to TMS, and I’m still finding my way.
I’m working with a coach who is helping me see things more clearly and figure out how to move forward.
The work isn’t easy because the more I learn, the more I come across ideas that sometimes seem to contradict each other.
But I keep moving forward, and every day I learn a little more.
This program is helping me discover things I never understood or had never even considered before.
Each passing day shows me that this process will take time, and that I probably won’t be one of those people who recover after reading a book or after just two or three months of practice.
That’s frustrating, and I accept it. I know this is going to take time.
I’m convinced that TMS is the right explanation, and I hope that one day I’ll start seeing results that reassure me I’m on the right path and using the right tools.
TMS… that’s a term I had never even heard of two months ago.
I had no idea that all of you existed.
You, who are like me—or perhaps me, who is like you.
For years, I had been placed in the "Lyme disease" category.
I could just as easily have been placed in the "fibromyalgia" category.
Whatever the label, in the end we’re all facing the same thing.
It didn’t take me long to become convinced that TMS is what I’m dealing with.
One of the hardest things to accept was realizing that everything had been right in front of me all along. Since childhood, I had all the ingredients for a severe case of TMS: my family environment, anxiety, painful breakups, this deep need to be loved… it was all there.
And yet, for years, I chose to see everything through the lens of chronic Lyme disease.
In a way, that was the easier path because the cause was something outside of me.
It’s much easier to believe that the problem is a tiny bacterium or infection and that all you need to do is take medications or herbal treatments to recover.
It’s much harder to accept that my brain—and everything it has been through since I was born—may be at the heart of the problem.
I’m still a complete beginner when it comes to TMS, and I’m still finding my way.
I’m working with a coach who is helping me see things more clearly and figure out how to move forward.
The work isn’t easy because the more I learn, the more I come across ideas that sometimes seem to contradict each other.
But I keep moving forward, and every day I learn a little more.
This program is helping me discover things I never understood or had never even considered before.
Each passing day shows me that this process will take time, and that I probably won’t be one of those people who recover after reading a book or after just two or three months of practice.
That’s frustrating, and I accept it. I know this is going to take time.
I’m convinced that TMS is the right explanation, and I hope that one day I’ll start seeing results that reassure me I’m on the right path and using the right tools.