The backstory

101 days came about approximately four years ago. I had recently left an unpleasant relationship. One evening I opened his computer and discovered the truth of who he was and what he had been doing for our entire relationship. One morning six weeks later, after yet another horrible dream, I knew that it was time to leave. I packed up the motor home, put in my two doggies and drove to a run-down old house that I owned in Spain.

When I arrived, I knew that I needed to focus on my first 100 days and I added 1 on for good measure. The first 100 days of a leaders life (to quote my Executive Coaching training) are critical. It seemed to me, that these were also critical days, and if I was going to live and work here successfully, I'd better focus on what I wanted to create and moving forward.

Journaling had saved my life before, so I figured it would save it again. But this time I wanted more from it.

To be honest it was difficult. At the same time of writing I did a daily video. Watching the rawness of the betrayal unravel was at times ugly, but also cathartic.

It helped me to keep to going forward. 

Later I wrote a book - Rude Awakenings. A journey to self-love. I didn't want to publish, it was a cathartic journey.  I'm forever grateful for my 101 days journal and the healing writing experience.

Some time ago I destroyed the videos and journal. I watched that part of my life go up in cleansing flames. I do love a good journal burning ceremony, don't you?

Fast forward to 2018, and by the third week of January, my spine had fractured. I was unable to breathe and walk properly, and I was in intense pain. After a week of staring at the ceiling, I dragged myself out of bed to find a journal I had been saving for a special occasion. This was indeed a special occasion; my life depended on my recovery.

My three dogs went into the kennels and friends were doing my shopping. I made myself get up to cook, but it was hard. After 11 days I couldn’t bear not having my dogs with me, and they returned from the kennels, and a friend walked them daily for me. Their love and needs along with my journal and friends kept me going.

I learned from an unsympathetic specialist that I had osteoporosis. She gave me a prescription and told me to go to the gym. I cried in her surgery and I cried in the street. However, I discovered a deep wisdom that said I could heal this naturally. 

To be fair I am also determined, pretty bloody minded and focused.

Over 2018, I devoured books, blogs and research papers looking for answers. I wanted to know the root cause and treat that. It wasn’t easy, and I did have some other complications that affected my mental health. But I knew it was temporary and that if I carried on writing, I would get through this.

Once again wrote a book - Healing Osteoporosis Naturally, and once again I did it for cathartic reasons.