I have been free from rheumatoid arthritis ever since seventeen years!

For more than seventeen years, there is no more pain, no inflammation and no restriction to the movement of my body caused by the rheumatoid arthritis.

My sleep is mine again – as long as I like and without a rude awakening.

I feel the touch of my childs hair beneath my hands again, when I stroke his head!

Many years back in time, when I first experienced swelling, pain and restricted mobility, I only saw the effects of rheumatoid arthritis but not its cause …

Stress and tension had more impact on me, than I could manage on time.

In the years to come, I gradually began to see, how I got sick and how to reverse the ill process. So I could heal myself.

The joy of my progress made up for the bitter admission: I had lost valuable time to the rheumatoid arthritis. Time that my family and I won‘t get back. Eventhough this was almost the worst part of the illness at the end of the day it doesen‘t do any good to ponder endlessly about the loss. It would mean to throw away even more time and good energy over something wich is gone.

Fortunately, all of us have precious lives in the present. Every single healing effort is worthwhile, every step, no matter how strenuous it is will pay off. „Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall.“ (Oliver Goldsmith) That’s exactly, what makes it possible for us to win.

And my possibilities have grown:

At present day my body reacts to certain stimuli, wich before through the reaction they provoked, had caused the rheumatoid arthritis differently – in a healthy way.

With the questions of my daughter:

“Mom, what is rheumatism?”

and after my explanation:

“You had that too ??? I do not see anything of that!”, my review of my experiences with rheumatoid arthritis began: “Yes honey, today we do sports together and our life is full of joy and movement. When I was ill, I could not even hold your brother with my hands. If I wanted to lift him up, I had to embrace him with my arms and laboriously pull him upwards, because my fingers were thick and crooked and badly movable, my body ached. With his then three years, he helped me close buttons and picked up smaller things from the floor that I couldn‘t reach. He learned to deal with my limitations at an early age, for example, he knew that he was not allowed to just run away, because I could not keep up with his tempo…”

So I told her and for the first time looked back on days, weeks, months and years of pain, fatigue, physical disabilities, sadness … I saw the whole of it from the start to the long desired healing. I had hated this disease and thrown it off like an oppressive gray coat – along with my memory about it.

Reports from people who are currently affected by rheumatoid arthritis show me, that the first years of their ordeal are often very similar to my own experiences.

The difference was, that while the rheumatoid arthritis progressed and spread in both body and life of the others affected by it, I slowly but constantly made, in the next three years, my way out of the disease. During the time, I practiced, overcame setbacks, kept practicing, wrote down my exercises and improved them, until I healed myself. And all this without any special prior knowledge, nutritional changes, medications or surgical interventions. This way my healing exercises came to be.

All the best for you


PS: I apologize for any mistakes. I strive to learn the english language better.

Categories arthritis, überlastungsbedingte rheumatoide Arthritis ausheilen, self healing
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