William Quinn is a Certified Health Coach Born and Raised in the West Suburbs of Chicago

Since I can remember, I’ve suffered from chronic disease. Severe allergies, asthma, digestive distress, infections, depression, anxiety, insomnia, chronic inflammation, and more. I can say from experience that the symptoms of these diseases are nothing short of debilitating.

Truth be told, I suffered through my entire childhood. I never knew that my nose wasn’t supposed to run so profusely, or that my lungs weren’t supposed to always be filled with mucus, or that my stomach wasn’t supposed to hurt so bad all the time. I was told that this was a normal part of being human. If I was lucky, I would get to take something that might temporarily help, but would certainly make it harder to get to the root of the issue later. Think NSAIDS, antibiotics, corticosteroids, Benadryl, albuterol, and whatever else it was. I vividly remember how bad of nightmares I would get. I now know it was likely the Benadryl, albuterol, or high-dose corticosteroids I was given to block my symptoms. No doctor ever considered the source. Just like no doctor considered the source of any of these ailments. It was always the >80% ultra-processed food intake I estimate I had consumed during that period of time.

Truth be told, I had forgotten about these things for a long time. I completely lost touch with myself for many years. I remember many times in my childhood I woke up and experienced sleep paralysis. Terrible figures of my imagination with ill intent.

Despite the unnecessary suffering, I was able to regularly attend and succeed academically with a good social life too, but never once did I feel whole. According to standardized testing, I was one of the smartest kids at every school I went to.

Coming of age was tough too. My masculinization was delayed and incomplete. I identify many verifiable sources of hormone disruption. I didn’t fully realize it back then, but I always knew deep down that something was wrong. Around this time, I developed another chronic disease, Peyronie’s. I refrained from seeking help because I didn’t feel comfortable sharing anything sensitive with my parents, especially around the subject of sex. They would always overreact to everything and this caused me to repress everything that I felt would trigger them. The downstream effects of Peyronie’s are massive, and the subsequent self-hatred and emotional pain sent me down the road of substance abuse.

By the age of 15, I was introduced to and began abusing alcohol and marijuana. During classes I would get high and on the weekends I would blackout. I never had a vision or any hope for my future life. I was just going through the motions of a hellish existence, trying to find some source of relief. I’m sure many of you can relate. As time went on, these problems only built on themselves.

When the pandemic hit, I was 16. It may have bailed me out academically, but my family had a very delusional response. We were forced to stay inside for many months. My parents incessantly drank and ironically paid no attention to their health, and in turn, ours. If I attempted to leave I would receive a great deal of emotional torment. Even as I stayed I received it, but at this time I simply didn’t have enough individuality or personal strength to stand up to what I knew was wrong. To cope, I wasted most of my time sedentary, high, and lost in my inner world. Not the best way to increase resilience to disease or grow during a critical period of development…

Once we were back to class, it was time to take the tests again. This time, the college admission ones. Despite the drugs, alcohol, stress, chronic disease, and general indifference towards my own future, I was able to score in the 98th percentile with a score of 1440. With my score, I was granted admission to the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign in the class of 2026. My class had the most competitive admissions in school history.

By now, I had consoled with my parents regarding what I believed to be Peyronie’s disease. We went to see a urologist and were told to address mental health concerns. We then saw another. A bunch of the same. My parents now began to doubt me and started siding with the doctors. By the third opinion, they had completely abandoned faith in me and began to see me as a hypochondriac. It’s a very lonely feeling when nobody listens to you when you’re in pain. I would later be diagnosed officially.

Suddenly, it was time to go to college. I arrived to college a drunk, stoner, eunuch who was still inauthentically attempting to play the role of a man. It was a recipe for disaster from the start. Before the first semester ended, I was back home. There were simply too many forces working against me to make it logical to stay.

Naturally, leaving college caused an avalanche of stress. To my parents, it was a death sentence for my future. No empathy or compassion, just incessant worry and stress. I was extremely vulnerable at this time and was coaxed into rehab, antidepressant medication, and community college, none of which gave me any tangible help.

As more time went on, they tried to call me crazy and even had me prescribed anti-psychotic medication before I met a single time with their psychiatrist. It was legitimately already on the table when I walked in for the first appointment. Looking back, I was generally disrespected by every “good meaning” adult in my life. It was around this point that I began to awaken from my lifelong slumber and really start to question the way things went down in my own life.

I realized that nobody was going to save me. If I wanted to salvage my life, I wouldn’t be getting any help from the people i’d always placed my faith in. What I needed was a stable foundation of health to build my life on, not to begin a career path. I was working towards it, but still didn’t have it. The truth is, healing takes time. As the weeks passed, my parents kept getting more and more forceful about dictating the terms of my life. As the pressure built at home, I decided that it was in my best interest to leave town.

At 19 years of age, I left home and headed south. I set course to Austin, TX on a quest to reclaim my health. When I got there, I spent my time doordashing, fixing my car, finding an apartment, trying not to get robbed, and heavily restricting calories. Looking back, it was actually insane and I am lucky to be alive.

In Austin, I spent a lot of time thinking. I learned about the power of fasting. I was able to fast for 48 hours on my first attempt. Fasting has given a massive boost to my quality of life. It gives you an unbelievable clarity of mind. I have fasted over 48 hours 7 times and over 60 hours twice. Giving the gut time to rest and heal is life-changing. Very few doctors will prescribe a fast, but the benefits have been known for thousands of years.

Despite more and more people gaining awareness to its power to heal, the fact remains that practically all healthcare professionals are still in the dark. They simply never learned this stuff. I truly believe that the practice of fasting has saved my life. Each and every time I fast I get a little bit better. It took stripping my body down to practically 0% body fat to find the truest remission.

If you suffer from chronic disease, I’m certain that fasting can help you just as it helped me. It’s not so familiar to everyone, but it’s efficacy and cost-effectiveness are unmatched in the treatment and prevention of chronic disease. To read about the power of fasting and more information relating to chronic disease and natural remedies, click below:

I didn’t just learn about fasting. I learned how to buy food too. The most nutrient-dense foods on the planet. People often complain about the price of nutrient-dense food. If that’s you, let me open your mind a bit:

If you could save 50% on food, but you only receive 25% of the nutritional benefit, with 4 times as many toxins, would you do it?

I would hope not. That is roughly what people who look to save money on groceries are doing to themselves, and most sadly, their children. In Austin, I didn’t waste a dime on fake food. I spent just about all the extra money I made on nutrient-dense, whole foods. I became obsessed with finding the most pure, functional foods on Earth. Foods can give effects! Just like pharmaceuticals, but with caloric energy and additional benefits to digestion and overall health. The truth of good health lies in lifestyle. It is obvious!

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