I’m alone. No family that’s healthy or can help. Friends and family faded when the word “terminal” showed up. It’s just me staring at pill bottles and a fridge I can’t afford to fill.
But here’s what keeps me going: I believe nature can still heal me. I feel called to go out there.
Not in some magical, miracle way—no one’s promising cures. But in the real, quiet ways science is starting to catch up to.
Time in the trees, away from noise and screens and stress, can rewire my brain through neuroplasticity. It lowers inflammation, calms the nervous system, helps rebuild cellular health at the deepest level—right down to how my cells repair and regenerate. Forest air, dirt under my feet, silence that lets my body finally rest and reset. I’ve read enough, felt enough small glimpses of it, to know this is my best shot at turning things around, even a little. But my intuition is screaming this is my path and you can heal the self no matter what they tell you!
That’s why five thousand dollars.
Not luxury. A cheap car rental or bus ticket. A used tent. Gas. Rice, beans, water filters. Enough to disappear into the wild for months—somewhere the only deadline is sunset.
If I make it out there, I’ll send proof I’m still here.
A photo of stars so clear they hurt. A leaf with a thank-you scratched in. A short note: “I breathed today.”
Thank you for reading this far.
For letting me exist in your mind for a few minutes!
I can’t say thank you enough for even reading this. anything helps I just really appreciate you even taking the time to read this. Thank you so much!
Dr. Joe Dispenza helped me a lot with self healing and confirmed my intuition-We can heal ourselves!
