Unmedicated: The Four Pillars of Natural Wellness
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Madisyn Taylor was plagued by depression and anxiety, suffering from chronic physical problems that left her desperate for solutions. Spending decades searching for answers, she first turned to the medical community, which put her on a rollercoaster course of numerous doctors, tests, and an unhealthy reliance on medications that left her numb and lifeless.
With her happiness and future on the line, she then made the decision to become unmedicated, reaching out to the alternative, holistic health realm. After years of practice and research, Madisyn developed a natural wellness program that put her back in the driver’s seat of her health, and ultimately, her life.
Unmedicated is her thoughtful account of how she broke free from binding mental chains and physical ailments to be happy, healthy, and productive. It is also a guide for you to apply her practical techniques to your own healing journey. Madisyn offers a daily program of easy-to-follow actions based on four pillars that will build a lifelong foundation for health: clear your mind; strengthen your body; and nurture your spirit.
By giving “much-needed hope to those who have yet to find a solution to their suffering” (Jen Sincero, New York Times bestselling author of You Are a Badass), Unmedicated is a gentle, compassionate, and achievable path that empowers you to take back your life and live fully.
Madisyn Taylor
Madisyn Taylor is the cofounder, editor-in-chief, and content curator of the popular inspirational website and daily email newsletter, DailyOM. A recognized leader in self-help and new thought spirituality, Madisyn has more than twenty-five years of experience in personal development and alternative healing methodologies. Madisyn has written articles and an online course for Oprah.com and other publications. She is an award winning and bestselling author of two previous books, creator of a line of meditation albums, and was featured in the documentary Sensitive: The Untold Story. Madisyn resides in Santa Barbara, California. You can find her work at DailyOM.com or MadisynTaylor.com.
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Unmedicated - Madisyn Taylor
Introduction
It is my heartfelt intention to share with you how I healed my unhealthy reliance on medication. In sharing my own experience of healing, it is my wish to help you on your own path to wellness.
You will learn of my roller-coaster ride with antidepressants and antianxiety medications, and my journey through many tests and doctors. You will see that I finally landed on a very different shore—a place of health using natural, holistic methods available to everybody—because I knew I didn’t want to spend my life medicated and ill.
It is important to know that I am not against medication; I believe strongly in the myriad benefits of medicine and the medical community. I am grateful for all their work. What I am offering in this book is information and alternative choices.
Before I share the good news, though, I feel it’s important to also share with you the story of how I came to the place of being so unwell, how my journey over fifty years of experience and practice led me to a life of wholeness and balance, and how I created a step-by-step program that allows me to live my life free and unmedicated. Often, it is through the personal experience of others that we learn the most and receive the inspiration necessary to begin our own healing journey.
My Story: From Medicated to Unmedicated
My depression and anxiety manifested because of unresolved mental-health issues. I lived with depression and anxiety for so long that I didn’t know it was a medical problem. It was simply how I always was; it was all I ever knew.
Because I was born highly sensitive (a deep sense of feeling emotions and highly attuned to stimuli), the emotional abuse and resultant traumas I experienced in my household growing up changed my wiring, my chemistry. I adapted for survival and never dealt with the hurt and painful feelings I experienced as a child and young adult. I had no idea this would come back to haunt me later in life, but why would I? When you’re in survival mode, that’s what takes priority in your life—surviving.
When I look back at my childhood, I see so many early signs that I was in trouble and particularly vulnerable to being unwell. My body tended to react to mental distress with physical illness in one form or another. My first panic attack happened around third grade. To this day, I remember lying in bed at night, thinking about death and what happens when you die. As I lay there thinking that I would never exist again for billions of years, the thought overwhelmed me, and I bolted upright in my bed, gasping for breath. The dreadful fear was unbearable, yet I could not turn to my parents; they never talked about these kinds of important issues. I could not depend on them for comfort.
My father was intimidating and prone to outbursts of rage, so as a little girl, I realized quickly that it was best to keep quiet and remain invisible in the household rather than do anything to trigger his fury. I now believe he probably suffered from an undiagnosed chemical imbalance, as there were periods of time when he was nice and even happy. It became natural for me to sense his energy, but even when I thought it was a safe day, I was always on high alert to avoid unleashing one of his terrifying explosions. My mother, brother, and I lived with a constant dread. Every man for himself
quickly became normal in our household. Imagine how difficult it was for an already sensitive girl to not even be able to go to her own mother for the protection and support she needed. With every incident, I shut down more and more. With every incident, I developed more survival skills. Now, when I look back at myself as a young girl, I weep for that child. At the time, I had no choice but to carry on knowing that someday, I would leave that house and my life would be mine to live.
I spent a lot of time in my bedroom alone, with the door locked, and I even went so far as to make a special safe place in the closet by hanging pictures and bringing in a lamp and pillows. When my father went into one of his rampages, I retreated into my closet and held my hands over my ears, crying and rocking back and forth to comfort myself.
Sadly, my father never told me he loved me until I was an adult, and that was after I initiated the conversation. As a child, I believe the only time I felt any feelings of warmth from him was when I was sick, as I knew he would not yell at me then. My mother told me that when I was a toddler, I always wanted to put on a dress before Daddy came home from work—I was already trying to win his approval. Nothing was ever good enough for him, though; he was always lecturing me on how to behave in public, how to behave at friends’ houses, how to talk to adults, how the house should look, how I should look. Sometime in high school, I think he gave up on me, deciding I would never amount to anything; he called me a flunky,
although I had never actually flunked anything. These incidents happened with every report card or test result. I never lived up to his perfect expectations of who I should be. I knew that even if I received straight As, it would not be good enough; there would always be something to point out that I was doing wrong.
Other drama that manifested as trauma to me happened in my life outside of my father’s verbally and emotionally abusive actions. I can recall specific times in my life when major shifts had a huge impact on me. The last day of elementary school was one of those days. It happened to be my birthday, and the entire school was sitting outside, receiving our sendoff from the principal. Even as a sixth grader, I experienced the deep insight that my life wouldn’t be the same again. A place I had known and enjoyed for seven years would disappear from my life: a place where I had excelled in school and was popular, where a lot of other kids liked me. I’m not sure if I was having a psychic moment of foresight or not, but it was incredibly real for me, this knowing that nothing would ever be the same.
Indeed it wasn’t, for on the first day of junior high school, I experienced tremendous fear and isolation. Being forced into a very large school with older kids scared me. I was a small, shy, and naïve girl thrust into a school with kids from the opposite side of the tracks that I had very little in common with. The junior high was so big that I rarely had friends I knew in class, even those I had been friends with in elementary school. The kids were funneled into this big school from all around town, which meant some came from crime-ridden neighborhoods. It wasn’t long before a fight broke out in the hallway, and I would have leapt out of my body in that moment if I could have. School had always been safe for me compared to what I was experiencing at home. Elementary school had been a haven. Now I was on high alert at the place where I was supposed to receive my education. And like I had when I felt insecure at home, I learned to keep my head down and mind my own business, which made it difficult for me to build a support system of peers. If I saw some rough kids, I walked the other way; and when fighting broke out, I made a mad dash for my classroom.
It was during this time that I became aware of changes that didn’t agree with me: bigger schools, bigger hallways, bigger classes, more noise, and harsh lighting. Nobody knew in those days how acute and overwhelming outside stimulation can be to a highly sensitive person—and even if they had, I’m sure nothing would have been done or explained to me. Due to the large size of the school, the teachers didn’t take notice of me. Bigger problems, like dealing with the delinquent kids, took priority. I dug deeper into survival mode, trying to get through each day until I could hide in my bed and make it all go away.
When it was time to go to high school for ninth grade, my parents decided to send me to a private Catholic school even though we weren’t Catholic. This upheaval—both the transition to high school and the shift to a stricter, more demanding teaching style within a rigorous religion I didn’t practice—brought additional unsettling changes. Plus, there was the added wrench of teenagers going through puberty and surging hormones. Not me—I was a late bloomer and the boys made sure to let me know.
Because it was a private school, there was no fighting in the halls, and this was a tremendous relief to me. By this point, however, my anxiety and extreme shyness were in full swing. I didn’t know very many kids at this school—just a handful out of a class of 365 kids.
Most people either love high school or hate it, and I was of the latter group. As I progressed through the grades and my own hormones kicked in, suicidal thoughts started coming more frequently. I turned to experimentation with drugs, alcohol, and boys to silence those thoughts, hide my suffering, and find what I thought was love. Engaging in these activities made me feel powerful and in control—feelings nobody could take away from me.
It was during this time of my life that I experienced another blow to my feelings of safety: events that would forever shape me as a person and have one of the biggest impacts on my life. When I was fifteen years old, I was having a typical night at home—my father yelling at somebody and me wanting to escape—and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t have a driver’s license or a car, but I needed to get out or go crazy. So I ran out of my house.
I walked about a mile as the sun was beginning to set, realizing I should head home—no good would come from being out in the dark alone. A man was walking toward me, and it gave me a weird feeling—something was not right. My survival and intuitive instincts were fully engaged. I crossed the road so I wouldn’t have to meet him. I was walking quickly away, but I turned around and saw that he was now following me. Oh God, what am I going to do? What is going to happen to me? Before I could think about what to do next, he came up from behind and grabbed me with both of his hands around my waist. He began to throw me toward a ditch and some bushes.
What happened next was a bit of a blur, as about a million thoughts occurred in a few seconds. Have you ever had a dream where the boogieman is going to get you and you try to scream but nothing comes out? I couldn’t let that happen! I opened my mouth and made a sound I didn’t know was possible. The sound of survival came from the very depth of my being—a primal, raw scream so loud it shocked me. I screamed my survival scream until he let go and ran off with the comment, Scared you!
By now it was fairly dark, and I was a kid alone who had just been attacked. The survivor in me knew to walk two blocks more to a pay phone and call home. My brother came and picked me up, and I didn’t talk about it again until now. Because I was afraid of getting into trouble, I didn’t tell my parents. It was my fault I was out at night alone, walking far from home—my mistake. No, it was best to stuff down that experience and all the accompanying emotions—terror, shock, panic—and just try to get through another day as I had done with other traumatizing experiences. Sadly, I thought this was what life was like: the world was a cruel and unsafe place.
While the chances of this happening to somebody are pretty rare, the chance that it could happen twice seems almost impossible. But it did happen to me again, and this time in broad daylight. About a year later I was walking during summer break to my boyfriend’s house a mile away. I was about three blocks from his house