My Journey:

The Diagnosis & The Refusal to Accept It

My healing journey began with love. At 18 years old, I was in love and full of dreams, envisioning a vibrant life with my boyfriend, now my husband. However, life had other plans. At just 20, he was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease, labeled incurable, and handed a lifelong prescription. We were young, scared, and completely unprepared for that kind of reality. But something inside of me refused to accept it.

Sitting in doctors’ offices with him, I began researching ways to heal, not just treat, the root cause. I didn’t know anyone personally who had healed naturally, but my spirit led me down that path. I found stories of people who reversed Crohn’s but had no way of contacting them directly.

So, we did what we could. We started eliminating foods, one by one, starting with red meat, then slowly letting go of all animal products. Whatever he couldn't eat, I didn't either. Not because I had to, but because I was all in. That love and unity became the foundation of our lifestyle.

He hasn’t had a flare-up in over 8 years and hasn’t seen a doctor for Crohn’s since.

The Physical Toll of Depletion

As he healed, I turned inward. I had battled painful ovarian cysts since I was 18. Ruptures so severe they sent me to the Emergency Room. There were never any real solutions for my cysts, only temporary relief from pain medication. The cycle continued until I began to change my lifestyle too.

After 10 years together, we got married and two years later, we were pregnant with our first daughter, Nova. On our first try, we were shocked, but grateful. Everything checked out as normal throughout the pregnancy, and I followed every medical instruction. My due date was in November, but in October 2019, at 8 months pregnant, I stopped feeling her move. I did everything the doctor suggested: orange juice, laying on my side, and a bath. But I couldn't feel her anymore. At the hospital, after telling me they found a heartbeat (which ended up being mine), they confirmed there was no heartbeat from our baby girl. I remember having to call my husband at work, and somehow find the words to say the unthinkable. It was the deepest grief we had ever known. Collectively the worst day of our lives.

Our daughter was stillborn. She was 5 pounds 7 ounces, 18.25 inches, and perfect. But gone. That loss shattered me, and life would never be the same.

The Foundation: Fasting, Faith, and Food

At the beginning of 2020, in the silence of grief, I sought answers. I turned again to food, nature, and spirit. I discovered teachings to alkalinity, fasting, and food made by God, not man. I studied, processed, and prepared. By 2021, I was ready. I committed to a lifestyle established in the natural world. 

I completed my very first fast of 7 days water only (don't recommend), then 14 days raw, then a full 43-day cleanse leading up to my birthday.

I felt reborn. That fast renewed every part of me: mind, body, and soul. I felt love on a level I’d never known for people, animals, insects, even silence. I became lighter, freer, and more whole. I kept fasting, going upwards to 65 days of just liquid. After my fasting, I began creating food from scratch and vending my food creations.

The Promise: The Birth of Nature

But even with all the growth, I knew I wanted to bring life into the world again. This time, differently.

In 2023, my husband and I did a 30-day raw cleanse together before we embarked on vending in a multi-city vegan food tour. After we finished our last food tour city, I found out I was pregnant. We weren’t trying because we had big business plans. But God had other plans.

This time, I didn’t want to go the medical route. I wanted to trust my body and God. I carried our child without scans, tests, or stress. I knew she was well. I felt her, talked to her, and prayed with her. Despite the fear others tried to place on me, I walked in faith. I knew this was the fruit of all the fasting, all the healing, and all the preparation I'd done the last few years.

In 2024, with just my husband and I on our living room floor, our daughter Nature was born. Healthy, whole, and glowing. Eight pounds, twenty inches, and a lotus birth. No fear, interventions, or interruptions, just love.

Looking at my daughters, I realized that losing Nova made it possible for Nature to be here. Naturally, safe, healthy, and protected. Nova was the blueprint, but Nature was the promise.

“The pain was preparation for my destiny.”

Welcome to THERAPY

I’m walking in truth, in God, in the medicine of the Earth. I can’t return to who I was because I’ve outgrown her. The next chapter is THERAPY.

It's more than tea, herbs, or food. It’s a lifestyle of reconnection with self, with nature, with Spirit, with God.

It's about being whole again. Remembering who God created you to be, and the power that resides inside of YOU!

Welcome to THERAPY. Welcome home.

Love,

Ashley