𝐉𝐔𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘
- Madhukar Dama
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒
Before we talk of healing, let us speak of evidence — the kind that quietly hides in small journals, in humble clinics, and in homes where discipline replaced despair.
In 2012, a team from Denmark described a six-year-old boy in the BMJ Case Reports who stopped needing insulin after shifting to a strict gluten-free diet soon after diagnosis. His blood sugar remained steady and his HbA1c normal for more than a year without injections (Sildorf et al., 2012).
Three years later, Hungarian physicians Tóth and Clemens published a case in the International Journal of Case Reports and Images where a nine-year-old, newly diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, adopted a paleolithic ketogenic diet—meat, eggs, fat, no grains or sugars—and lived insulin-free for nineteen months with stable glucose and normal C-peptide (Tóth & Clemens, 2015).
More recently, an Ayurveda Case Reports article (Mishra & Ojha, 2025) detailed a twelve-year-old who began Ayurvedic medicines and cleansing routines alongside diet correction. Within months his insulin doses dropped sharply and his strength returned.
These are not miracles; they are observations of what happens when food stops harming and the gut begins to heal. None claim a universal cure—each only records that under certain natural, disciplined conditions, the body re-entered balance.
When several small fires burn in the same direction, you no longer call them accidents—you call them a pattern.
That pattern is simple: when inflammation subsides, when digestion recovers, when refined foods disappear, the immune system remembers peace.
Juvenile diabetes may appear incurable, yet nature keeps offering clues.
The body, even in children, remembers how to repair itself once cleansing begins.
This essay is written from that space—between observation and hope, between research and soil.
It does not reject medicine; it reminds medicine of what it forgot.
Because science, at its best, is not control—it is listening to the evidence of life itself.
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(References: Sildorf SM et al., BMJ Case Reports, 2012; Tóth C & Clemens Z, Int J Case Rep Images, 2015; Mishra N & Ojha R, J Ayurveda Case Rep, 2025.)
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𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄
Every parent who has seen a child slip into diabetes remembers the day forever — the thirst, the fatigue, the breath that smells sweet, the rush to hospital, the injection that saved the life.
Insulin saves. There is no doubt. It is one of medicine’s finest discoveries.
But saving a life is not the same as healing a body.
Modern juvenile diabetes care stopped at saving.
We learned to keep the child alive — but not alive and well.
We manage sugar, not the soil it grows from.
We measure glucose, not inflammation.
We regulate insulin, not digestion.
The tragedy is not that insulin exists; it’s that we made it the destination instead of the bridge.
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𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃
Children are not born diabetic.
They are born into the milieu of imbalance that surrounds the modern family — sterile homes, pesticide food, stress-saturated parents, and missing connection with soil, sun, and sleep.
A mother whose gut flora has been wiped by antibiotics and packaged foods passes that impoverished microbiome to her child.
A father who sleeps under blue light and wakes in stress passes that hormonal chaos into the conception field.
Juvenile diabetes begins long before the first sugar test — it begins in the silent inheritance of inflammation.
By age six or seven, the confused immune system, surrounded by toxins and lacking microbial teachers, turns its anger inward — against the pancreas itself.
This is not genetic destiny. This is the price of disconnection from nature’s rhythm.
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𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 — 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆
The immune system is not an army — it’s a gardener.
Its job is to prune, nurture, and compost what’s unnecessary.
But when the soil — the gut and lymph — becomes clogged with refined oil, milk residues, sugar, plastic, and synthetic medicine waste, the gardener loses direction.
The barrier between gut and blood weakens, undigested fragments leak into circulation, and the immune system panics.
It mistakes the pancreas for poison.
This confusion cannot be medicated out; it must be cleansed out.
Cleansing is not fasting alone — it is the gradual unburdening of every organ, every cell, every thought that keeps the immune system on fire.
When cleansing begins, intelligence returns — first to the gut, then to the blood, then to the brain.
Insulin injections control the sugar.
Cleansing restores the intelligence that forgot its own body.
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𝐈𝐕. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃
1. Insulin saves life. Never doubt it.
2. Insulin does not heal disease. Never confuse it.
Insulin keeps the door open so life can stay.
Cleansing walks through that door so healing can happen.
The parents who understand this distinction no longer fight insulin — they use it wisely while preparing the body to outgrow its need.
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𝐕. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆
Cleansing is not mystical. It is deeply biological.
When toxic residues stop entering and begin exiting, the intestinal wall seals, the liver breathes, the lymph drains, and inflammatory molecules fall silent.
Beta cells stop being attacked.
Insulin sensitivity rises.
The same child who needed 12 units begins to stabilize on 4, then 2.
The body is not being cured from outside — it is being allowed to remember its original design.
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𝐕𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐋
Reversal is not a miracle.
It is the arithmetic of cleansing and nourishment done with discipline:
Stop milk, maida, sugar, and refined oils — they are the first layer of inflammation.
Replace white rice and wheat with jowar, ragi, and local millets.
Drink water that carries earth — add a pinch of clean soil to filtered water to restore minerals.
On Amavasya and Purnima, perform a full-body castor-oil massage and warm-water bath — to drain deep toxins through skin and stool.
Have Mother Simarouba Kashaya nightly to aid liver cleansing and immune quieting.
Use fermented foods like buttermilk daily — to repopulate lost gut flora.
Eat dinner early, sleep early, and walk every dawn till sweat forms.
Let the child play barefoot on soil and get dirty again — nature’s vaccination.
When done daily, these are not small habits; they are instructions to the immune system to stop its self-attack.
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𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒
As cleansing deepens, digestion steadies.
As digestion steadies, sleep heals.
As sleep heals, emotions settle.
And somewhere between a sunrise and a night’s rest, the pancreas whispers again.
The child’s sugars flatten, energy returns, and a calm joy spreads through the family.
That is not a miracle. That is biology remembering itself.
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𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 — 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄
Modern medicine is not the enemy.
It is the emergency room of nature.
But once life is saved, nature must take back the case.
Doctors correct glucose; cleansing corrects the ecosystem that made glucose unstable.
Both are necessary — first to survive, then to live.
One is fire-fighting, the other is gardening.
The wise parent allows both, in the right order.
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𝐈𝐗. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓
A child cannot heal inside a family that stays sick.
When the parents eat processed food but preach purity, the child’s body senses contradiction.
Healing begins when the entire house joins the cleansing — one plate, one rhythm.
When stress drops in parents, glucose drops in children.
When the house smells of real food and not fear, insulin stabilizes on its own.
The child’s pancreas listens not only to food but to family emotion.
It secretes peace only when the home is peaceful.
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𝐗. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
To the parent whose child is newly diagnosed — you have time.
Use insulin as a bridge while you cleanse the system.
To the doctor — you can remain scientific and still allow nature to heal; observation is science too.
To the parent who lost a child — your grief is not wasted; it is the reason others will now search for deeper healing.
And to every couple yet to have a child — start cleansing before conception.
Let your microbiome, liver, and thoughts be pure, so the womb becomes soil for strength, not disease.
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𝐗𝐈. 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑
Let insulin save.
But let cleansing cure.
Every injection buys time.
Use that time to return to real food, real air, real sunlight, and real rest.
Because juvenile diabetes reversal is not a miracle of medicine —
it is the return of common sense.
The real cure lies in the soil, in the sweat, in the breath before dawn, and in the silence of a body finally freed from what never belonged to it.
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𝐉𝐔𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 — 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐫. 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐚
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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢
It is early, the mist still hanging over the fields.
At the bamboo gate, Adhya opens the latch. “Appa is sitting under the neem tree,” she says.
Her sister Anju follows, carrying six small cups of warm Mother Simarouba Kashaya.
Dr. Madhukar Dama sits cross-legged on the ground, a clay pot of water by his side.
He gestures for everyone to sit. The earth is still cool.
A pause — only birds, and the faint sound of a distant hand pump.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫
Arun Kulkarni, a father from Pune, speaks first.
“My son was diagnosed last month. They said he’ll take insulin for life. I want to believe there’s another way. Is it possible?”
Dr. Dama listens quietly before answering.
“Insulin is not the enemy, Arun. It saves life. But saving life is not curing disease. Insulin is the bridge — not the destination.”
Arun nods slowly. “Then where does healing begin?”
“It begins with cleansing,” Dr. Dama replies. “When the inner soil is clean, the body remembers how to heal. The pancreas doesn’t need to be forced. It needs space to rest.”
The group falls silent again. The neem leaves tremble in the breeze.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭
Dr. Sonal Menon, pediatric endocrinologist, leans forward.
“But autoimmune destruction is irreversible. How can cleansing stop an immune attack?”
Dr. Dama answers without hurry.
“When the intestine leaks, undigested food enters the blood. The immune system panics and loses intelligence. Cleansing repairs that barrier. When the gut wall heals, the confusion ends. The immune gardener stops cutting its own plants.”
She nods slowly. “You’re describing the microbiome.”
“Yes,” he smiles, “but in simpler language. The body becomes peaceful when the soil inside becomes peaceful.”
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲
Rukmini Patil, from a nearby village, adjusts her shawl.
“My boy was eight when we came here. We stopped milk, sugar, and packaged oil. Started walking barefoot at sunrise, gave him Kashaya every night. After six months, his insulin came down from ten units to three. Now it’s two.”
Dr. Dama looks at Arun. “See? Reversal is not magic. It’s steady cleansing and discipline.”
Rukmini adds, “The boy laughs again. Earlier he was always tired.”
Everyone smiles.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞
Ravi, fifteen, speaks softly. “Doctor, I’ve lived on insulin since I was nine. Sometimes I feel my body betrayed me.”
Dr. Dama shakes his head gently.
“Your body never betrayed you. It fought for you. But now it’s tired. It needs rest, not anger.”
Adhya asks, “Appa, can feelings make sugar rise?”
“Yes, Adhya,” he says. “Every thought is a chemical. Every peace you feel is insulin being born again.”
Ravi smiles faintly, eyes clearer.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Basavaraj, the schoolteacher, asks, “Can we prevent this in our children?”
Dr. Dama replies, “Yes. Prevention begins in soil and sunlight, not in tablets.
Feed them fresh food, grown nearby. Let them run, sweat, and touch the earth.
Stop refined oils in school kitchens. Replace biscuits with bananas.
If children stay close to soil, syringes stay far.”
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆
Dr. Dama pours water into a clay cup, his voice steady.
“Cleansing has four parts.”
1. Physical cleansing — castor-oil bath on Amavasya and Purnima, daily sweat, simple unrefined food.
2. Cellular cleansing — Simarouba Kashaya nightly, intermittent fasting, deep sleep.
3. Emotional cleansing — calm mind, forgiveness, laughter.
4. Environmental cleansing — no refrigerator, no plastic, natural water, and home-grown vegetables.
He looks at Arun.
“Do this while continuing insulin. Insulin saves time; cleansing uses that time.”
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Dr. Sonal watches the firelight flicker.
“So insulin keeps them alive, and cleansing lets them live?”
Dr. Dama nods. “Exactly. Medicine stops death. Cleansing starts life.”
She smiles faintly. “Perhaps we can study this together.”
He answers, “Only if the study allows silence. Healing happens in silence too.”
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤
Anju turns to Ravi. “If your sugar goes low, do you eat jaggery?”
He laughs. “Yes, but slowly now.”
Everyone laughs softly — the heaviness dissolves.
Dr. Dama looks around the group.
“When laughter returns, healing has already begun.”
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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆
The sun lifts over the horizon.
Dr. Dama says quietly,
“Juvenile diabetes reversal is easy, not because it is quick — but because the body wants to heal. We only have to stop disturbing it.”
Rukmini hands small baskets of garden fruits to the visitors.
Adhya reminds Arun’s son, “Play in mud today.”
The group walks back down the path.
The neem tree sways gently, and the morning continues.
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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄
“Insulin saves life. Cleansing saves living. When the soil inside becomes pure, the body remembers its original peace.”
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𝐉𝐔𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒 — 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆
by Dr. Madhukar Dama
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they said it would never end.
the needles, the charts, the numbers that swing
like a school bell that never stops ringing.
the father stopped sleeping.
the mother stopped eating.
the child just kept staring at the fridge light
like it was some kind of god.
every morning was a new math —
how many carbs, how many drops, how much fear.
nobody told them
that sugar is not just sweet,
it’s sorrow condensed.
nobody told them
that the body does not break by mistake —
it breaks by repetition.
and every packaged meal,
every sleepless night,
every polite lie to keep peace
was another little betrayal of the body.
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the doctors saved the boy.
let’s not forget that.
without insulin, the world would have lost him.
but after saving,
nobody asked what it means to live.
they managed sugar,
but not sadness.
they reduced carbs,
but never reduced fear.
they corrected blood,
but not belief.
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he grew up in a room full of alarms.
beep for high, beep for low,
beep for forgetting to beep.
one day he asked his mother,
“why does my body hate me?”
and she had no words —
because she also hated hers,
just quieter.
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there’s a strange stillness that comes
when people stop believing in miracles.
they start noticing small things —
like how sunlight feels heavier at six a.m.,
how the earth smells after rain,
how bitter things
clean the tongue
better than sugar ever could.
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that’s when the real medicine begins.
not from bottles,
but from honesty.
when you stop calling your habits
“choices”
and start calling them
“addictions that wear perfume.”
when you stop worshipping the pill
and start respecting hunger,
silence,
and the bowel movement that tells you the truth.
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healing is slow,
like learning to walk barefoot on gravel again.
you bleed a little,
you remember something primal.
the body does not forgive immediately.
it tests you first.
it waits to see
if this time you mean it.
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somewhere between giving up and getting better,
there’s a morning that smells different.
your sweat changes first —
then your sleep.
then your thoughts start walking in straight lines.
that’s the body saying,
“thank you for removing the noise.”
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parents call it recovery.
I call it remembering.
because the pancreas didn’t die,
it only went silent,
like a dog that hid under the bed too long.
when the air becomes clean,
it comes out again,
wagging its tail,
ready to work.
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the boy doesn’t test every hour anymore.
he plays outside.
he laughs like he forgot how to count.
his mother cries sometimes,
not from fear this time,
but from realizing
she could have done this earlier —
before the doctors,
before the insulin,
before she lost the art
of trusting the body she was born with.
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this is not about diabetes.
it’s about how we live.
how we make disease a profession
and health an accident.
how we cover symptoms
like walls covering dampness,
then act surprised when mold grows back.
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so yes,
call it juvenile diabetes if you want,
but it’s just the body saying,
“I can’t bear this civilization anymore.”
and if you listen carefully,
the cure is already whispering —
walk more,
eat real,
sweat daily,
fast sometimes,
and don’t let machines decide
when you are alive.
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no,
you won’t find this in journals.
but you’ll find it
in every garden
that still grows bitter gourd,
in every grandmother
who still says “go play in mud,”
in every village
where refrigerators are still optional,
and health still smells like woodsmoke.
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so when I say
𝐣𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲,
I don’t mean quick.
I mean possible —
when you stop worshipping convenience
and start cleansing
the body,
the kitchen,
and the heart
at the same time.
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because healing
was never meant to be managed.
it was meant to be lived.
and the child —
that small, bright creature —
was never the patient.
we were.
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𝐄𝐍𝐃
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