
I blamed my knees on a jump rope for a year.
I was at the top of my career, newly postpartum, exhausted, and quietly falling apart. I saw a provider for a year. Supplements, protocols, discipline. Nothing worked. Somewhere underneath, I knew that if I really looked, I might find something I wasn't ready to face.
Then a blood test I didn't go looking for found me. The results were clear as day. They led me to a second provider, who connected what a year of trying harder never could. Within two weeks of starting treatment, the knee pain I'd carried for the better part of a year was gone. It was never the jump rope.
I'm not a doctor, and I'm not on the other side. I'm in it, a few steps ahead of you, passing back everything I learn, so you spend weeks, not years, wondering why you don't feel like yourself.