Sober Soul Care Sunday for Addiction Peace: The Calm After the Cytokine Storm

A Canadian Thanksgiving Love Letter to Water + the Body That Refused to Give Up

From Needing a Cane to Walking in Gratitude: How Water Helped Me Find My Way Back

Today on Canadian Thanksgiving I give thanks to water. 💧

Without it I wouldn’t be here — grounded on this dock breathing peace wishing my brother’s daughters a happy birthday tomorrow, my son his 27th but already surprised with a party in six days and holding the sacred memory of my late mom on October 15th.

It’s a gratitude that runs deep like the thaw after a long freeze.

It reminds me of the Ice Storm of ‘98. A time when the world literally froze over and yet life persisted. My brother and I both got to share the incredible joy of announcing new life that year.

Fun fact: Noah’s grandparents had two grand-kids born that very week and then one more 6 years later on the same day the first was born.

Noah was two weeks late—he was cozy :) and knew our environment was toxic in a low-income apartment filled with mould.

I jest he had his Dad’s large head ;)))

Any other Canadian Ice Storm Moms out there who gave birth this month in 98? Share in the comments.

That same resilient energy is what it takes to heal a body that has been through its own storm.
A cytokine storm.

The photo I share today isn’t just an image it’s a testament.
It’s the calm after my storm. I no longer need a cane to walk.

And a fundamental part of that journey was something most people overlook entirely.

What is the first thing you drink when you wake up?
Coffee?
Juice box?
Sugar?
Pop?
Something from a can?

Of these which will give your body life not deplete it?

I’ve known so many who felt dead inside, just going through the motions.

Their transformation often began with a simple act:
drinking water, inspired by the gallon jug I bring everywhere. That’s why when a client says, ‘I don’t like water,’ I tell them, ‘Let’s connect back when you do.’ Because readiness to heal is a readiness to finally listen to what your body truly craves.

Water has been my medicine my mirror my healer. As soon as I wake up I drink two cups of water because we lose water while we sleep. When we detox we stop eating and drinking 3 hours before bed...with just sips if needed.

For the parentified firstborn midlife sober single CEO Moms from childhood sexual trauma, we are often the sickest on the planet. We are experts at loving the same type of negative soul, only with a different face.

We received the highest toxic load in the womb unless our moms lived in non toxic environments. We are the stress cleaners cleaning the mould toxins and doing all the holistic mindful things and still being gaslit by doctors who want to push medicine instead of finding the root cause.

I know this because I lived it. I had nine miscarriages loving toxic souls living in toxic environments putting alcohol and coke in my body for 30 years.

When I stopped in 2017 the real work began. And this nurturing work will continue until my last breath.

After decades I now understand it was never just “mental illness.” It was environmental illness. Mould. Sick buildings. Toxins. Chronic inflammation.

A body trying to protect me from the pain it carried since the womb.

When I stopped drinking alcohol, soda and everything in a can I had to learn how to hydrate — how to love my body with every sip.

I was always a water girl. The only things I ever drank were milk water rum coke and ginger ale till I stopped the booze in 2017.

Then I added healing teas to restore my fatty liver and microbiome. I never drank anything hot till my 50’s :)

I learned that we live in an overfed, dehydrated world. If you are not drinking lots of water you will age faster and get sick quicker.

When you stop drinking poison you need to drink more water to help with the detoxification process.

The first 3 days I fasted and drank water giving my fatty liver a rest. When a craving hits go to H.A.L.T - hungry angry lonely tired - and feed your inner child needs first.

Meet the need don’t feed the pattern.

My body was screaming with a leaky gut SIBO mould illness and a compromised immune system that led to me getting COVID four times.

It wasn’t menopause it was a lifetime of environmental illness that no colonoscopy could uncover.

I figured it out not in a doctor’s office but with the help of a firefighter named Linda who told me about mould illness.

Fasting, resting, OMAD and finally listening to my body — that’s how I found peace. Now at 59 next month, my symptoms are gone.

IBS, internal bleeding, fungal arthritis, anxiety, depression and insomnia — healed. No meds needed.

If you are dealing with any type of addiction know that your environments and toxic souls are driving it.

They distract your depression and soothe your chronic anxiety caused by toxins in the air and in your body.

They don’t leave your body till you detox them.

This week as we give thanks I am giving thanks for the simplest most powerful healer we have.

Water. It is the foundation of the calm after my storm.

And it can be for you too.

What is one way you can honour your body’s need for water today?

With love and deep gratitude from Canada’s Capital,
Momma Lovey Dee,
your safe anchor in your cytokine storms.