Climbing Everest
Part 3 of 3




...I struggled like that for 4 years until I happened upon Barnes style myofascial release. The pain of treatment never really fazed me once the MFR therapist explained to me that it was safe since I was in excruciating pain anyway. And when I felt the relief it brought afterward, oh it was heavenly. I said bring it on, bring on the pain if it will help me get better. And it did. I have never looked back.

Going into your own depths is scary, it is painful, it can be downright terrifying but the freedom that comes makes it all worthwhile. Now I help others descend into their own depths, feel their pain and find their way back to the surface again, freeing themselves from their own pain and I love it. It is a beautiful journey to make yourself and to guide others on.

Many of you have heard me make this analogy and it feels quite true to me. Healing is like climbing Mt. Everest. Your MFR therapist can act as a guide and help you navigate the rough terrain, you likely wouldn't make it without them, but it is up to you to put one foot in front of the other and make that climb.

Now I've never climbed Everest but I have made my way out of an injury that some might use as an excuse to 'sit life out', take pain killers, complain or use as some excuse to not live fully. And I found a way to really heal that pain and not just mask it or ignore it. That was my Everest and I made it and I continue to climb because there is always more to learn and to release. Now I guide others to its great peaks too and walk along with them as they reel at its dizzying heights and bask in its stunning views.

It is a wild ride this thing we call healing, and a fantastic voyage. It never gets old and keeps you forever young. It calls to you once you've started it and draws you onward to its naturally intoxicating highs and its bottomless lows and somewhere along the way the two become one. High and low no longer matter as long as you are on the journey you are happily heading in the right direction.