My Story

April 25, 2012. The greatest (and scariest) turning point in my life.

There was a before, and there was an after. No one asks for radical change and yet extraordinary catalysts can set us on new and extraordinary paths.

My "before" was a lifestyle of fast-paced proportions. I was happy, full, busy, loving life. I worked 50-60 hours a week balancing full-time employment as a web editor and fiction writer, attending copious amounts of social events and book clubs, creating a new home, and experiencing pregnancy for the first time. I ate on the run, blissfully unaware of the quality of products and food I put into my body; I was burning every candle at both ends. Twice. And again.

My name is Ally, and I live in Virginia (15 minutes away from Washington, DC and 45 minutes from the Shenandoah Mountains) with my husband Chris, three-year-old daughter Evie, and our tabby kitty Althea. We live in a little blue house on the corner of the sweetest neighborhood in the world just doing our best to live as clean and healthy and mindful a life as possible.

My name is Ally, and I live in Virginia (15 minutes away from Washington, DC and 45 minutes from the Shenandoah Mountains) with my husband Chris, three-year-old daughter Evie, and our tabby kitty Althea. We live in a little blue house on the corner of the sweetest neighborhood in the world just doing our best to live as clean and healthy and mindful a life as possible.

Then, one morning--April 25th, 2012--a catalyst: I woke up in incredible agony. I was six months pregnant, bedbound, unable to work, lost, terrified. Months after delivering our little girl, the symptoms were still here, maybe even worse. Doctors chalked it up to "postpartum hysteria," despite the fact that my pain erupted while pregnant, and continued to worsen. The diagnoses were multi and varied. Autoimmune, they said, autoimmune. Later, I would be diagnosed with Chronic Response Inflammatory Syndrome (CIRS) and my lab makers--much to my shock--were equivalent to a person fighting HIV.

Conventional medicine had no answers for me, and so I turned to holistic healing arts. There was improvement, but the path to wellness and a return to a fully-functioning life is still ongoing with my knowledge of the body, health, food, and immunity growing exponentially by the minute.

My life the last few years has become one of an ACCIDENTAL PURIST--a happenstance health advocate who finds the purity of food, lifestyle, medicine, and spirit crucial to her everyday survival and to the hope of healing. The great silver linings in all these challenges are the incredible recovery athletes I've met along this path of reclaiming life, and my own voice (still there, still me) sharing what I've learned in the spirit of preventative health, regaining health, and in loving your life to the fullest.