I live with chronic pain.

How I nutritionally, spiritually and holistically support my body NOW, but I never use to. Here is my story.

By:Deedra Helenna

Holistic Nutritionist & Reiki Practitioner

Today is a bad day for my pain, I knew it was coming the last few days and I tried all my tactics to try and avoid a day like today, but it happens and they are a lot less than they use to be. Today I feel defeated but I need to remind myself where I am coming from.

Here is my story,

I've always been a mediocre athlete and enjoyed playing and participating in sports such as soccer, gymnastics, cheerleading, volleyball, wakeboarding etc.... Over the years I've sustained dozens of injuries from a sprained ankle, jammed and dislocated fingers ( soccer goalie), torn intercostal muscles, fractured foot and ankle and a few concussions ( soccer and wakeboarding). But the one that takes the cake is the one that happened in High School cheerleading practise in 2007. Our team was on fire that year and we were attempting some intense stunts.

I was a third (backspot) in the stunts. This incident happened in two separate stunts in one week that rocked me in the head. The first time it hurt a lot but that was normal for cheerleasing was to get rocked a few times a practice. This stunt was a kick double basket toss and my top ( flyer) spun too late and I had to use my whole body to catch her still spinning which knocked me pretty good in the jaw and neck. I felt it for a few days but hey I was 16 and young right, I would be just fine. The next practice a few days later is what finally did me me with a Lib heel stretch with a double down ( you can google these haha) and again I got knocked in the jaw by my top doubling down too late. This time I immediately burst into tears and knew something wasn't right - I couldn't close my jaw.

Well I left the practise and drove home to tell my parents I knew something wasn't right and because it was already late I went to the local ED department with my younger sister who wanted to come for company. There I waited 4 hours for my jaw to be palpated (medical terminology for touch) and was deemed by the physician they didn't seem to think it was broken but no x-rays were done .... so to make this story a little but shorter lets just say from then on life's been a pain in the fucking jaw!

I had so much pain in my jaw and neck those next years and still do! But those first years were the most debilitating. I couldn't chew or even open my mouth more than 11mm, I suffered the most severe neck pain and migraines that left me crying in pain for days. I couldn't sit in a classroom where I had to have my head turned, I couldn't enjoy a movie theater because of the seating and angle my neck had to be in to watch the show and if I go somewhere I have to bring my own pillow still today or game over.

In that next year and a half I would see several physiotherapists and orthodontists and physicians. It wasn't until my mom pushed for a ear, nose and throat specialist (Otolaryngologists) a year and a half later that I finally got my answers but they weren't really going to change anything. This physician finally ordered some imaging! No one else had yet to this day even taken a fucking x-ray. So the x-ray showed arthritis in my TMJ ( temporal mandibular joint) so then came a MRI which showed that the ball (condyle) of my joint had damage and that my meniscus was shattered in pieces and jammed at the front of my joint- hence why I had limited movement. The impact of the cheerleader into my head caused my joint to crush my own meniscus causing it to shatter and now is just bone-on-bone and to boot I strained all the muscles in neck and even caused some to unattached from the base of my skull with 3 herniated discs as well.


Even with a diagnosis not much could be done, my joint was flushed and I was advised to get injections which I never followed through with. I was 17 and in college and broke, I had no money for physio or massage but eventually I started to go to a chiropractor which cost me a lot of my money and when I didn't have money my doctor gladly prescribed me with T3's, percocets, harsh anti-inflammatories and steriods for the pain and most days those didn't even touch the pain and just made me psychotic, high and gave me all types of abdominal and digestive issues.