About Jessica

Finding my purpose almost cost me my life. Although I realize now that God will not put you through anything that you cannot handle. In 2015 I endured a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). During my day job while playing outside with kids, I slipped on the concrete and ran head first into a brick wall. I suppose that my training as an Amateur Boxer helped me to absorb some of the impact and shock for taking such a blow to my head. The metallic taste of my own blood filled my mouth. I could even see the welt on my head when I looked up. The kids stood around me in a state of panic while looking at my face. I knew it wasn’t good. Laying on the CAT scan table, all alone, in the ER, I feared that my skull was cracked. I wasn’t sure if I was going to survive the accident.

But apparently after answering the following questions correctly: “Who is the president of the USA? And how many quarters does it take to make $1.50?”….. you will get cleared and sent home after a TBI from the ER.

At home I had all the mirrors in my bathroom and bedroom covered in newspaper. I couldn’t bear to look at my own face. Before the accident I was a competitive athlete. An amateur boxer. Active. Energetic. Motivated. Healthy. And able to manage my weight. Shortly after my head injury my health began to deteriorate. Headaches. Fatigue. Depression. Anxiety. Nausea. Bloating. Food intolerances. Weight gain. I mean constant unexplained weight gain. My diet hadn’t changed. I had returned to the gym. Yet every time I stepped on the scale my weight kept going up and up. I couldn’t fit into my clothes anymore. My work performance had dropped because I couldn’t focus and had headaches all the time. Eventually they fired me. It even got to the point where I was incapable of driving. My athletic career ended in a split second. I hated the way I looked. I hated the way that I felt. I became socially isolated. I was literally dysfunctional and I saw no end in sight. It was the lowest that I had ever felt in my life. And I have had some pretty rough times prior to this accident.

The conventional medicine system told me that I was fine. I saw a million doctors and specialists. All my labs came back normal. It was just stress they said. Everyone tried to jam pills down my throat. Pills for anxiety. Pills for depression. I refused to take pills. And I refused to accept that everything was fine. I knew my body and I knew that something was seriously off.

I continued to search and eventually I found answers. It took me years but I was determined and relentless. A TBI is a root cause for a GI dysfunction called SIBO, which stands for Small Intestinal Bacterial Overgrowth. And it sucks. So I walked into the world of Functional Medicine and Holistic Health. I worked with multiple practitioners, took MANY courses, read books, changed my diet, got my certifications and trained with the top SIBO Doctors in the world and now here I am. I am here to educate and guide others. I am here to help people that are having severe, debilitating digestive issues. I am here to help people that have been dismissed by conventional medicine. I am here to help people get their life back.