When You’re Trying to Get Help and No One’s Actually Helping

(a.k.a. the post I wish someone handed me when I was drowning)

There was a point in my life where I was doing everything they told me to do.

On all the medications.

Doctor visits every couple months. Weekly therapy appointments.

Referrals to psychiatrists—with waitlists that stretched longer than my hope did.

And when I finally did get in?

It was the same thing: more meds. No real conversation. No support. Just medication and dosage adjustments.

(You can read more about that part of my journey in my blog: “How I Almost Let the Western Medical System Kill Me—And How I Found Real Healing.”)

The message was clear:

Keep surviving. We have nothing more for you.

And if it got really bad? The hospital was the only option.

But unless I was actively suicidal—like imminently—they wouldn’t even take me in.

Or maybe admit me just long enough to monitor and medicate, then push me back out into the same life that made me sick in the first place.

No support. No healing. No safety net.

Just an endless list of things I was supposed to try on my own.

Go for a walk. Try journaling. Drink more water. Meditate. Cold plunges. Gratitude lists.

(And somehow also keep functioning.)

And I was trying.

I tried everything.

But I still felt broken.

Exhausted. Numb. Angry.

Like the system was patching a gunshot wound with a Band-Aid and telling me to breathe through it.

So what do you actually do when no one is actually helping?

You want someone to tell you what’s wrong with you—and give you something that makes it go away.

But when that doesn’t happen? What if you have to start taking your health into your own hands? Where do you look?

Maybe you do what I did when I was at this point… You start Googling.

Down the rabbit hole of “what’s wrong with me” and “natural ways to heal” and “how to fix your nervous system” and “am I too far gone.”

Now you’re overwhelmed.

You’re reading words like somatic therapy, adrenal fatigue, vagus nerve, trauma-informed, detox protocols… and you don’t even know where to start.

And you’re exhausted. Sick, depressed, sad, anxious.

None of which screams, “I have a lot of capacity right now to step out of my comfort zone and try something new.”

You don’t have the capacity to research, plan, or organize your healing.

You just want to feel better.

And let’s be honest: it’s not just about what works—it’s about what you can afford.

You’ve spent money on supplements.

On therapy.

On self-help books.

On appointments that left you feeling worse.

And now?

You’re asking yourself: Where do I even spend my money?

What if this doesn’t work either?

What if I’m just too messed up to fix?

What if I waste what little I have left—time, energy, money—on something that gives me false hope?

Or worse, does absolutely nothing?

Let me be the person to remind you…

You’re not lazy. You’re not negative.

You’re scared. You’re tired. And you’ve been let down too many times.

Trying something new doesn’t feel good when you already feel like shit.

That’s the thing no one talks about.

Healing sounds beautiful when you’re stable and supported and ready.

But when you’re in the pit? When just making a phone call is overwhelming, when getting through your day feels like the biggest feat—

The last thing you want is to try something new.

You want something familiar. Something comfortable.

But the truth is: staying in what’s familiar is also what’s keeping you stuck.

That prescription is never going to heal you—it’s always going to treat your symptoms.

And that’s not your fault.

It’s the system.

The medical one. The mental health one. The cultural one.

It’s like being stuck in a toxic relationship with a system that keeps failing you, but you’ve been told to trust it anyway.

And over time, you start to wonder if maybe you’re the problem.

Here’s what I want you to know.

You don’t have to figure this all out.

You don’t have to build a healing plan from scratch.

You don’t have to know exactly what kind of support you need or how long it’ll take.

You just have to start somewhere.

BodyTalk was that starting point for me.

It was the thing that helped me feel again.

That reminded me I wasn’t broken—I was just carrying too much.

That showed me my body still knew how to heal. It just needed someone to listen.

And the best part?

As you begin, the path opens.

Other pieces might come in—tools for your nervous system, shifts in your lifestyle, supportive people who understand.

You don’t have to shop around or build a team overnight.

You’ll know what’s next when it’s time. Not before.

I’m not the same person I was back then.

I’m no longer waking up wondering how I’ll survive the day.

I’m not spending my time chasing supplements or forcing myself through a massive list of things to “make me feel better.”

I have energy now. Real, usable energy I can actually enjoy.

The depression that used to weigh me down? It’s not there.

The anxiety that used to steal my breath? She gone.

Not because I fixed everything. But because things inside me actually healed.

And from that place, I’m able to do more.

Not because I should—but because it feels right.

I listen to my body. I follow what feels good—not what the internet says should work, but what my heart says is true.

And now, I have the absolute honor of witnessing that same transformation in my clients.

I get to watch people sleep through the night for the first time in years.

I get to witness migraines soften, panic attacks stop, digestion return, energy rebuild.

I see people become healthier, happier, more grounded—not because I gave them something, but because their body finally had space to heal.

I don’t diagnose.

I don’t prescribe.

I support. I listen. I observe.

And I get to watch the magic unfold.

We’ve always said life isn’t just about paying bills and dying.

But that’s the path so many people are stuck on.

Sick. Overwhelmed. Burned out.

Can’t pay the bills and feel like dying.

But it doesn’t have to stay that way.

There is more available to you.

More ease. More support. More energy. More life.

Not the curated highlight reel version. The real thing.

If you’re reading this, you’re already looking. That means something.

If you’ve tried the meds, the doctors, the hospital, the “wellness hacks,” and still feel like shit—I get it.

If you said screw the system but don’t know what comes next—I get that too.

This isn’t about convincing you.

This is just me saying: I see you.

And if you’re at the end of your rope, or maybe just sick of pulling on one that leads nowhere—I’m here.

You can book a session. Or a free consult. Or read more until it feels right.

Whatever you do, just don’t give up on yourself.