A different kind of practitioner.
For years, I worked as a family nurse practitioner in primary and urgent care. I cared deeply about my patients — especially the women who came in again and again, saying the same things:
I'm so tired. Something feels off. No one is listening.
I wrote the prescriptions I was trained to write. But quietly, I began to wonder if we were missing the real story. I was watching brilliant, capable women get handed a pill for a symptom no one had ever traced to its source.
Then my own health began to shift. The fatigue. The fog. The sense of being slightly out of step with my own body. I did what I'd always told my patients to do — I went to the doctors, ran the labs, followed the plan. And I still didn't feel like myself.
Functional medicine gave me what conventional medicine couldn't: a reason. A full picture. A path forward that didn't start and end with a prescription pad.
