Thank you,
Nathalie, for inviting me to your blog as a guest-writer. My name is Susanne.
I’m 45 years old and live together with my husband and my three kids in
Germany.
I started
my life with MS when I was 19. I had just finished school and was preparing to
go to university, when one day I suddenly couldn’t see with my right eye. It
started in the morning, and in the afternoon it felt like a big grey wall in
front of me. I went to the doctor, he sent me to another doctor, he sent me to…
I ended up in a hospital. Not the funniest time in my life.
I had a new
crisis the year after, involving my right eye again. The doctor, who treated
me, told me: “If you continue in such a
way, I still give you half a year.” She didn’t give me any details of what she
meant with this. I decided not to follow her instructions.
At that
time the first books of Rüdiger Dahlke came up in Germany. He is a doctor and
said if you had a disease it was because your soul wanted to say something, but
you didn’t listen. These ideas were totally new to me. I ran into one of his
books, read a little bit, but didn’t buy it. But the idea of my helpless soul
trying to let me know something has never left me again. I closed a contract
with my soul. We would find a way to communicate with each other, without
destroying my body.
My personal
way to health began. It was a long journey with many different small steps.
Beginning with yoga exercises when I was a teen, long before the first signs of
my MS showed up. Then I was trying homoeopathic medicine during my studies.
This homoeopathic treatment built a good basement for all the further steps, I
suppose.
Some years
after my degree in archaeology, when my eldest son had already been born I met
a woman which was responsible for another big step in my development. Hanna was
a “teacher of health”, and she educated people in becoming “round” which meant
healed in this case. I learned to meditate, to use breath as a therapeutic
means and to accept me, as I was, deeply traumatised from my father’s early death,
when I lost all my faith in life and myself at the age of thirteen.
In spite of
my education to a master of health I had two more severe crises.
After
another very bad one some years later after the death of a very close friend I
spent five days at the intensive care unit. At the end I had to remain in
different hospitals for at least three months. I came home to my second son’s
first birthday, but I still wasn’t strong enough to hold him in my arms. Every
time I had a crisis the disease stopped me from running into the wrong
direction. Even at that time.
My last
crisis came seven years ago. I had left my long-time-partner. It was a very
difficult time with lots of emotional stress. Friends of mine asked an amchi
(doctor in Tibetan medicine) from Nepal to come to Europe. He examined me, and
gave me some small globule made from Tibetan herbs from the Himalaya. In the
night after I had taken them for the first time, something very peculiar
happened. I woke up in the middle of the night with a very strong feeling of
love to myself floating through my whole body. What ever had happened, this
feeling has never left me since then. It felt like a dam which had broken.
That taught
me, it is all about loving ourselves. If we learn to accept us as we are, we don’t
need any disease to show us the way.
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