The Illness No One Talks About

I know this is deep for a first post..

But I’m a deep person , and I don’t believe in surface level connection 

I’ve decided I’m no longer watering myself down.

I want to pour my heart and soul into every woman who crosses my path.

Because I know what it feels like to carry pain silently.

To be strong on the outside and crumbling on the inside.

And if this reaches just one person who feels alone in her struggle, then it’s worth sharing every word.

Let me start by saying this:

This is not about blaming parents.

It’s not about blaming anyone from my past.

This is about something much bigger.

This is about the culture we live in.

We are all raised in a society that teaches us to forget, to stay quiet, to push through.

From a young age, we’re told:

“Don’t talk about the negative.”

“Don’t dwell on what bothers you.”

“Be strong—because the world is hard.”

So we learn to numb.

To bury what hurts.

To smile when we want to scream.

And over time, all that silence becomes a weight our bodies can no longer carry.

This was me.

And to be honest, it still is.

I’ve been sick since I was 12 years old. I’m 21 now.

I’ve seen hundreds of doctors. Been handed dozens of diagnoses. Tried every treatment, every protocol, every promise.

But nothing ever worked—because no one looked at the why behind my symptoms.

Here’s the truth:

I put constant pressure on myself to perform.

To succeed.

To be the best.

I never slowed down.

I never felt safe enough to rest, to cry, to feel.

I avoided my childhood pain.

I buried my emotions.

I never wanted to talk about what was really going on.

I was a loner through school—quiet, misunderstood, and invisible.

On the outside, I looked fine.

But inside, I was carrying years of unspoken weight.

And eventually, my nervous system couldn’t take it anymore.

My body shut down.

That’s what we call chronic “illness.”

But it wasn’t just physical.

It was emotional.

It was mental.

It was spiritual.

And while I’m still living with some of it—I’m healing.

Not by chasing quick fixes, but by finally facing what’s been buried.

Now I help other women do the same.

Through fitness and nutrition, I help women reconnect with their bodies.

But I don’t stop there.

I use my lived experience—my ongoing journey—to help women navigate the deeper emotional and energetic blocks that are keeping them sick, stuck, or shut down.

Because real healing isn’t just about what you eat or how much you work out.

It’s about what your body’s been holding onto—and finally feeling safe enough to release it.

I help women release what’s been weighing them down for years—mentally, emotionally, spiritually.

I guide them back to safety, softness, and self-trust.

And I remind them: you’re not weak for feeling this way.

You’re human. And you deserve to heal.

This isn’t about perfection.

This is about progress.

It’s about choosing healing—even when it’s hard.

You’re not alone.

And you don’t have to carry this forever.

With love,

Coach Celeste