and even a superbug like Diverticulitis from antibiotic overdoses prescribed for various infections—landing me in the ICU where I almost died—all while bouncing in and out of doctor’s offices, inpatient and outpatient treatment programs, and a myriad of counselors and self-help groups, feeling like a victim of a system that treated symptoms but never once mentioned Lyme.

Unlike so many Lyme sufferers who stockpile herbs and follow complicated, expensive protocols once diagnosed—often guided by alternative medicine practitioners who were doing their best in uncharted territory, studying tirelessly to find answers, many of whom entered healing careers because they too had suffered and wanted to help others (though some, as misguided wounded healers, may have taken advantage with money-making schemes)—I didn’t even know that was my battle until 2017, when my nephew shared his Lyme diagnosis and I realized it explained decades of havoc on my body.

I discovered similar challenges when I entered the business world to bring this miracle to others, encountering well-intentioned innovators alongside those driven by profit over people. But through self-love and self-empowerment, I refused to stay a victim—I never gave up, because as a mother, I needed to heal to care for my children, no matter what! Just like you, I knew innately that I wasn’t alone; there was a deep knowingness within me, fueled by faith in the goodness of humanity and the power of love residing in my core, that helped me persevere. I practiced spiritual and psychological empowerment tools, enrolling in class after class, seeking enlightenment and clarity, holding onto the power of love, and longing to fully embody self-love.

On my spiritual journey, even with those unknown Lyme spirochetes ravaging my brain, I rose above the victim mindset and chose freedom. I overcame and survived by learning mindfulness techniques and other self-help tools to cope, creating a life worth living despite the chaos. (I even wrote a book on the experience, sharing the tools that helped me survive and thrive.) And all of that led to a synchronistic event: the introduction of my “saving grace” for physical health—a mysterious bottle I now call “Liquid Love” (LP2)—that radically improved my symptoms before I understood their cause, halted the progression threatening my other hip, and launched me on this mission to guide others.