Medical Sovereignty: Why I Took My Health into My Own Hands

For most of my life, I trusted the medical system. I believed that doctors had my best interests at heart, that they were trained to heal, to listen, and to help. But after years of being medically gaslit, dismissed, misdiagnosed, and harmed by the very system that was supposed to care for me, I came to a hard truth: my health was my responsibility, and no one was coming to save me.

This isn’t an anti-medicine post. I fully believe that Western medicine has its place—emergency medicine, trauma care, life-saving interventions. But when it comes to chronic illness, nutrition, and healing, the system is broken. It isn’t designed to make people well; it’s designed to manage symptoms, prescribe medications, and keep people dependent. My journey into medical sovereignty wasn’t a choice made lightly. It was a necessity after being failed one too many times.

The Day I Lost My Healthy Gallbladder

Over a decade ago, I went to the emergency room with severe digestive distress. I had done my own research and suspected I had an ulcer. I asked about it. I asked about IBS. I asked about Crohn’s. The ER doctor noted my concerns in my medical records. But when the surgeon came in, he dismissed everything I said. He stood over me, condescendingly telling me, 

 “It’s not an ulcer, it’s not IBS, it’s not Crohn’s. It’s your gallbladder. We need to take it out right now.”

At the time, I was in pain, loaded with pain meds, I was vulnerable. I trusted him. So I consented to the surgery.

A week later, I was still having the exact same symptoms. My gut told me something wasn’t right. So I requested my medical records. What I found shocked me.

The surgeon had changed the location of my pain in the records to justify the surgery. He fabricated a case to remove my gallbladder. And when I asked where they sent my gallbladder for pathology, I was told it was examined in-house.

So I asked to speak with the lab. When I got through to a technician, I played dumb, pretending I was just curious about my gallstones. “Were they big? What did they look like?” I asked.

The tech hesitated. “There are no gallstones,” he finally admitted.

There were no gallstones.

The very reason my surgeon had given for rushing me into surgery—the reason he insisted my gallbladder needed to be removed—didn’t exist. I asked if I could come down and see my gallbladder for myself. They agreed. And there it was: a completely healthy gallbladder, removed from my body for no reason.

I confronted the surgeon in my follow-up appointment. He immediately called in a nurse as a witness, afraid of what I might say. When I asked him if he thought the way he wrote about me in my medical records made me sound crazy, he smirked and said, “You said that, not me.”

That was the day I lost all trust in the medical system.

Medical Gaslighting and the God Complex

This was not an isolated incident. It was one of many.

I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, ADHD, and generalized anxiety in 2010 after experiencing a nervous breakdown. I was put on every psychiatric medication they recommended, and I suffered terrible side effects. My body deteriorated. My mind was fogged. And when I tried to tell them the medications were making me worse, I was dismissed. “You just need time to adjust.”

No one ever asked about my diet. No one ever asked about my lifestyle. No one ever asked about trauma, nervous system regulation, or the root cause of my suffering.

And this is the reality for millions of people. Western doctors are not trained in nutrition. They are not trained in holistic healing. They are trained to prescribe, diagnose, and manage disease, not prevent or heal it. The God complex runs deep in modern medicine—patients are talked down to, belittled, dismissed, and coerced into treatments without informed consent.

So I walked away.

Healing Through Yoga, Ayurveda, and Nutrition

It wasn’t until I stopped listening to doctors and started listening to my own body that I truly began to heal.

I studied nutrition. I studied Ayurveda. I studied how to support my body’s natural detoxification processes. I learned how to balance my doshas, how to nourish my gut, and how to regulate my nervous system through yoga and breathwork.

I even stopped seeing chiropractors because I realized that my body knew how to realign itself when given the proper environment to do so. I began eating real food—organic, local, seasonal. I stopped consuming processed foods, sugar, dairy, and inflammatory oils. I shopped the perimeter of the grocery store, buying only whole ingredients.

And here’s the truth: at 52 years old, I feel better than I did in my 20s and 30s.

I have no regrets about taking my health into my own hands.

Medical Sovereignty: The Path Forward

I don’t tell anyone what to do. Everyone has to find their own path. But what I do know is this: your body is designed to heal. It wants to heal. And if you provide the right environment, it will heal.

But healing requires sovereignty. It requires questioning. It requires not blindly trusting a system that profits off of sickness.

I believe in peace. I practice equanimity. But I also live in this reality, and I see the state of health in this country. I see what’s happening to our children. 70% of our youth cannot pass the physical exam to enlist in the military. What does that say about our nation? About our future?

The conspiracy theorist in me can’t help but wonder: Is this by design? A sick population is a controlled population. A weak people cannot rise.

I have fought for peace my entire life, and I will continue to fight for peace. But peaceful people must also be skilled in the art of war.

And this? This is a war for our bodies. A war for our sovereignty. A war for truth.

For those who are listening, for those who are waking up, for those who are ready to take their health into their own hands—you are not alone.

The body is wise. Trust it. Honor it. Support it. And it will carry you home.

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Are you on the path to reclaiming your health? Share your story in the comments below. Let’s rise together.

Love, MiYogini (Missy the yogini)