If you’re struggling with an eating disorder, you’re in the right place.
If you’ve tried everything you can to lose weight,
if you’re tired, and heavy, and ready to give up,
if you feel like food has taken over your life,
if you’re broken, and don’t know how to put yourself together,
if you’re trapped, and you can’t break free,
if you know in your heart that there is more to life than the way you’ve been living,
– you’re in the right place.
Hi. I’m Carla.
I know you. I know what you’re going through. Because I’ve been there.
I tried everything I knew to do. For 18 years, I tried. And I failed. Miserably. Repeatedly. Shamefully.
There is nothing you’ve done that can shock me. I know exactly how hard it is. How embarrassing it is. How hopeless you feel.
I know what it is to wish for death. To see it as the only escape from the pain of living. To feel that my life was without purpose. Worthless. Of no use to anyone, including myself.
But I also know that there’s a way out. If there was a way for me, there’s a way for you. And I will help you find it.
Why Healing Fields?
I grew up in southern Manitoba. In a tiny Mennonite town, surrounded by farmers’ fields.
I can still remember the feeling of driving across the flat prairie. With acres of growing things rushing by: wheat, flax, canola. Mustard and sunflowers. Potatoes and sugar beets.
It was calm. Peaceful. I may not have known exactly what I was looking at, but to me, those fields were life. Stability, security, sustenance. The stuff that made my happy childhood possible.
The prairie will always represent that feeling of peacefulness, to me. It’s something I long for when adult life becomes too bewildering. Solid ground, clear blue skies, endless horizons. Sometimes I think, if I could just get back there, everything would make sense again.
That is why I named this site Healing Fields.
How I Got Here
Five years ago, I set out to fix myself. Moving closer to family hadn’t helped. Quitting my stressful teaching career hadn’t helped. Seeing doctors hadn’t helped. So I was going to become a doctor myself – the kind of doctor who dug down to the root of problems, instead of just patching up the symptoms on the surface.
And I did. I became a doctor of naturopathic medicine. And I learned a lot. I learned about how the body works. I learned about everything that could go wrong with it. And I learned how little we still know.
It was harder than I thought it would be. It took more time, and effort, and self-discipline than I was prepared for. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t know just how hard it would be, beforehand – had I known, I might not have started.
Fixing myself proved to be more difficult than any of this. But after 5 years of study, of forcing myself to ask for help, and even more failures, I think I’ve finally done it.
I don’t claim to have all the answers. I’ve just barely found my way out. But I’ve watched others forge their own path toward freedom. I’ve learned from their experiences. And I’ve helped some of my patients find a way.
Maybe you can learn from me, too. From my mistakes as well as my success. From the people I’ve followed. The paths I’ve tried.
It won’t be easy. Not at first, anyway. The changes will be difficult. But anything worth having, is. And you can do it.
Come on. Let’s get you fixed up. You were made for more.