I’M 36 YEARS OLD, AND I’M A HASHIMOTO’S THYROIDITIS SUFFERER…AND SURVIVOR.
It’s been the biggest battle of my life, and for many years, I’ve felt at war with my body. It gains weight when I’m trying to shed pounds; it feels tired when I need the energy to move; it wants to sleep when I have to get up; and brain fog stops me from thinking when I need to say something important. Luckily, my personal story seems to be shifting. Not ending, but fundamentally changing. And, for the better. After two decades of an internal war, I have moved into acceptance and working to heal not just my physical body, but the deeper emotional and psychological shadows hiding underneath the physical symptoms.
BUT, IT WASN’T EASY. AND, I WISH I HAD THE RESOURCES, MEDICAL CARE, AND KNOWLEDGE I HAVE NOW, TWENTY YEARS AGO.
At 14 years old, doctors first noticed my enlarged thyroid. They ran standard thyroid panel tests that came back “normal”…a story that many of you are familiar with. I’m not even sure the doctor I was seeing knew what Hashimoto’s was back then. I don’t think it was really on anyone’s radar, especially for a teenage girl. I have no family history of thyroid disease or autoimmune disorder, and there is no other reason it should have appeared in my body.
LOOKING BACK NOW, I’M CONVINCED IT CAME FROM AN EMOTIONAL AND ENERGETIC ROOT.
I was going through a terrible and very traumatic time with my father, who would yell at me and tell me to shut up—stifling my voice. I think my thyroid (throat chakra) became the target for my anger, rage, and frustration. This would be something that took years to unpack, and even now, I am just getting to the bottom of it. My goal here isn’t to be overly metaphysical or reductive. Instead, in tracing back my memories to that time and place, I remember the hotness and fear that would close around my throat when my father would rage at me. I remember that all my emotions would sit, bottled up in my throat, as I would hold back tears. As a young girl, I couldn’t know the physical cost of the psychological wounds. But, having now been through 20 years of looking deeply into this and dismantling the roots of my disease, I do believe that though there may have been a purely physical trigger, that somehow, the emotional trauma set it off.
But, at 14, nothing was done for me. Doctors simply told me to “watch my thyroid” and proclaimed me healthy and fine. Even then, I always felt tired. I would sleep in until 10 am regularly, and getting up any earlier in the morning was a battle. My parents just thought it was because I was a teenager. It was at this time that I set my bar for “normal” very low.
Constant exhaustion, low energy, and an inability to get up early became daily life for me.
At age 19, I lived in Colorado and had a wonderfully athletic boyfriend who wanted me to keep up with him on hikes and camping trips, but I was always tired and lagging behind. I wanted to become more fit in order to keep up with him, so I started working out and dieting. It didn’t work. So I worked out harder and dieted more. 6 months into this, I was at the gym nearly 2 hours a day and on an 800 calorie/day diet. Despite all my hard work and efforts, I gained 65 pounds.
Doctors, my boyfriend, and my trainer all accused me of sneaking food and lying to them about my eating habits and physical activity. It was just impossible for me to have gained so much weight while dieting and exercising, they said. One doctor finally checked my thyroid hormone levels (it was still enlarged). A little low, but in normal range. I did some research — back then there was so little on thyroid disease — and I ran across Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, and asked the doctor to do the antibody test.
She refused. It couldn’t happen in someone so young, she said. Finally, I convinced her. When the test results came back, she missed the diagnosis. Said I was fine. When I asked her to fax me the results, on the second page, I saw bold capital letters: WARNING, ANTIBODY LEVELS OUT OF RANGE. They were in the thousands. So high, in fact, the testing laboratory didn’t even bother to count them.
When the doctor finally diagnosed me with Hashimoto’s, she simply said, “You’ll have to take a pill every day for the rest of your life. Eventually, the disease will kill off enough of your thyroid that you’ll need to have it removed.”
Honestly, those words were like a life sentence. I vowed on that day, that would not be my fate. I was going to do whatever it takes to heal myself. I’d gotten into yoga because someone suggested it would help with my thyroid problems, and I was convinced I could find the path to my own healing. I started seeing acupuncturists, nutritionists and healers of all kinds – all with the express goal of getting rid of my disease, getting off medication, and saving my thyroid.
I find this a lot with Hashimoto’s patients, and I’ve actually heard there is a correlation between overachieving and autoimmunity. I’d like to look into that more, because it has certainly been a big part of my own experience. Part of me was so afraid that people would call me “lazy and fat” because I felt that way, so I took extra measures to counteract that. I authored several books, and travelled around the world teaching yoga. I made my career as a health and wellness professional, in part so that people would believe that I was healthy and well. This really fed into tremendous denial about how poorly I was doing.
But, doctors never said I was doing poorly. They would point at the results of my thyroid panel, and say that since I was in “normal range,” there was nothing wrong with me. If I was gaining weight, it was just because I was eating too much. If I was feeling tired, then I should just exercise more.
In any case, I continued to convince myself I was “fine.” I just figured tiredness and weight gain and all the symptoms I was feeling were my new “normal.”
In 2010, I went to a Chiropractor who told me he’d healed his Hashimoto’s with a paleo diet, but especially by going gluten free. I was intrigued and ecstatic about another option for healing. I was always convinced that if I could heal myself, I then, would be a good healer. As a yoga teacher, that’s all I wanted to be.
I went strict gluten-free and paleo in 2011, and 6 months later, my antibody count was down to 324. That was good enough for me! My thyroid looked less swollen, and I’d lost about 30 pounds. It was time to call myself “cured,” wean myself off levothyroxine (which I’d been on for 11 years) and go the holistic route. I thought I’d finally done it. I thought I’d finally won the battle against Hashimoto’s…and against my body.
At this point, I believed I had my disease all figured out. I stood on my pedestal of “remission” and proclaimed myself totally past my autoimmune disorder. I touted physical yoga practices as healing magic, and dietary strictness as the primary means of my optimized health. I looked down my nose at doctors who suggested that I go back on levothyroxine and snubbed anyone who commented on my (still) enlarged thyroid. “You should have seen it a few years ago!” I would reply. I wanted so badly to believe that I could go it alone and that I could exert control over my body and my disease.
OH, HOW WRONG I WAS.
As I struggled without proper healthcare, I maintained a paleo diet, but didn’t have access to regular blood tests. I started to travel more, sometimes 50% of my year. I was struggling with money, too. I’d decided to quit teaching weekly classes at my main studio in New York City and go it alone, which wasn’t easy. Then, I entered grad school to pursue my doctorate, and the stress levels only continued to rise.
I truly had NO idea how much stress levels affected Hashimoto’s…until I witnessed the effects firsthand.
In 2015, I had what I thought was the most stressful year of my life. I wrote my dissertation AND created a comprehensive 500 hour online yoga teacher training…all while maintaining a full travel schedule. Oh, and I’d met a steady boyfriend. I was working 12 hour days, flying back and forth across the country, and going completely insane about my studies and work. I constantly thought to myself, “If I can only get through this, it will all be over…” And, I did get through it. In December 2015, I got my doctorate, the online teacher training launched to the world, and I got engaged.
So, I got through it, but at a tremendous cost.
2016 turned out to be even worse…And, my health went dramatically downhill. At the beginning of the year, I started working out and tuning up my diet for my wedding, and as a result, I gained 25 lbs. I was sleeping up to 14 hours a night, and I was an emotional WRECK. In June of 2016, I knew I had to see a doctor. I went to an endocrinologist (which, really, they’re the worst, sometimes!). My thyroid was 10 times normal size, growing into my chest, and my antibodies were once again sky high. My thyroid hormones were a wreck.
ON AUGUST 5, 2016, I HAD A TOTAL THYROIDECTOMY.
Something I’d staunchly rejected for 15 years. I was horrified, and felt like a failure. After the surgery, I felt even worse. I was sleeping more, gaining more weight, and was even more irritable. This was all going on during my wedding, which, let me tell you, did not make for a joyous experience (though, my husband is a SAINT for marrying me and supporting me during all this)!
Finally, in November 2016, one of my closest friends recommended that I see a friend of his — a functional medicine practitioner here in New York City named Dr. Gabrielle Lyon. I went to see her. She finally did all the right tests. We got to the bottom of my immune triggers, my hormone and vitamin deficiencies, and my food sensitivities. She put me on the right medication and supplements. But, most of all, she listened to me.
And, for the first time since I can remember (because I’ve felt the effects of Hashimoto’s in varying degrees of “terrible” since I was a teenager)… I feel like myself. I am finally me. I always knew I was in there, but “I” could never get out — past the brain fog, past the tiredness, puffiness, chills, crankiness, and extra weight.
Friends say my face has changed; that I look lighter — physically and metaphorically. I truly feel like I have my inner light back.
All those years ago, I went to yoga because I thought it would heal me. Boy, was I wrong. You cannot meditate yourself through this disease, and no amount of shoulderstand will balance your hormones. What yoga did do was give me the patience to withstand the struggle and hold out hope that someday I would get my life back.
RIGHT NOW, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG TIME, I HAVE HOPE THAT MY LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL HAS FINALLY ARRIVED.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Alanna Kaivalya, Ph.D. – What initially propelled Alanna into her first yoga class was the diagnosis of Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis (a combination of hypothyroidism and an autoimmune disorder). Over the years Alanna has explored and studied many modalities of healing from diet, to energy work, to therapeutic practices, to physical movement, and even traditional Western medicine. Of all the things she tried, she came to know this: The body can only express the truth that it carries inside. Over the past 15 years, Alanna has written three books on yoga (Myths of the Asanas, Sacred Sound and Yoga Beyond the Mat), launched the world’s first and most comprehensive online 500 hour teacher certification program, and earned her doctorate in Mythology and Depth Psychology. Find out more about her at alannak.com.
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