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    My name is Mikhaila Fuller. I’m 31 years old and a wife, mother, and CEO. I’m the founder of Peterson Academy (launching November 2023), Fuller Health (a supplement company), and I have a podcast. I am beyond swamped, and I love it. What I do not love is having my health constantly under attack. It makes me less productive, neurotic, and makes it difficult to think, which makes me incredibly frustrated. I absolutely despise it. I don’t like having days where I feel even 10% worse. 

    I was chronically ill as a child, and I lived in a state of “these are the cards I was dealt, and there’s nothing I can do about it, but at least I won’t complain.” The reason was that every single doctor I went to told me I was one of the sickest (if not their sickest) patient and that there was nothing I could do about it. I have heard that message since I was in grade 2 when I was diagnosed with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis in 37 joints (age 7). I had symptoms since I was 2, but nobody could figure out what was wrong. I would have had chronic strep, fatigue, weepiness, depression, a chronically plugged nose, shortness of breath, and arthritis. I spent most of my childhood reading in my room, partly because I loved learning but also because I wanted to escape from my life. I was reading Shakespeare in grade 5. Not that I understood most of it.

    By the time I was 21, I had been formally diagnosed with – Major depressive disorder (diagnosed at age 12), bipolar (diagnosed around the same time), asthma (diagnosed at 14), idiopathic hypersomnia (diagnosed at 21), and I had my hip and ankle replaced (age 17) from arthritis that wasn’t kept under control with the immune suppressants I was on. I’d been told I was so allergic to trees I should wear goggles and a mask. I almost had an anaphylactic reaction from a spider bite, I’ve been hospitalized for seizures and pneumonia, and I’ve had a number of surgeries. I’d always been interested in science and learning, and when I was 19, I started reading scientific papers on the medications I was on and how they worked to see if I could figure out what was wrong. When I started getting rashes on my face, I focused on skin issues. I read everything I could get my hands on.

    When I was 21, I dropped out of Concordia University, where I was pursuing a Classics degree, because I couldn’t get out of bed and go to my exams. I couldn’t move. I didn’t have the energy. At the time, I thought maybe I was lazy. A lot of sick people think they’re lazy. That wasn’t the case.

    I was also drinking all the time (it was the only thing that made me not want to die), and I was miserable. I figured I was too sick to be by myself, and my parents had been worried about that before I moved out, so I moved back home. I went to makeup school for a brief period of time, of all things, thinking if I at least looked good and could make other people look good, maybe they’d feel good too, and maybe I would as well. It didn’t last long.

    Right before I was 22, I decided if I didn’t figure out what was wrong with me, it was going to kill me. I was trying to do makeup and my wrist wasn’t working. I went to my rheumatologist and asked him if I was headed for a wrist replacement (I couldn’t use it properly and needed painkillers to sleep because of the pain). He said, “Don’t worry, that’s very rare,” to which I responded, “I’ve had two joints replaced already; it doesn’t seem super rare for me.” I wasn’t getting better. I had been through the medical system since I was born; I was on multiple prescription drugs: citalopram, enbrel, methotrexate, Adderall, T3’s at night (to reduce arthritic pain while I was sleeping), cetirizine – a prescription strength antihistamine every day, and antibiotics so my rashes could heal. I took lorazepam so I wouldn’t panic, fortunately, I didn’t use it often because it didn’t really cover my panic. It was miserable. And I wasn’t getting better. The drugs weren’t working like the doctors told me they would. New problems just kept popping up.

    However, that cocktail of drugs woke me up enough that I eventually figured out I needed to try to get better myself, rather than relying on other people to give me answers. I took my grade 12 high school sciences (I had missed grades 11 and 12 from the hip and ankle replacement – I couldn’t walk at the time from pain) and went to Ryerson for night school so I could get into their day school Biomedical Science program. 

    At the same time I got into Biomedical Science at Ryerson, I put myself into remission. It was crazy. Eight months after I told myself “I’m going to get better or I’m going to die trying,” I put myself into remission. Strictly from cutting out most of the foods I’d been eating. Something I had never considered doing because I didn’t seem to have food allergies, but I figured if I was going to try to fix myself I might as well “rule out diet.” September 2015, when I was 23, I put myself into remission. One month after cutting out processed foods and eating only meat and very few fruits and vegetables. And after that I lost faith in everything. You’re not supposed to put arthritis into remission with diet, the doctors had told me I couldn’t do that, and mine was particularly severe. And it went into remission. Then my skin healed. 2 months later, my depression went away and so did my chronic fatigue. 

    I stopped taking all of my medications at that point, quite suddenly, at about the same time. “Fuck the medical system” is basically what I was thinking. How many of these drugs are a lie too?

    Anyway, long story short, I experienced SSRI/antidepressant withdrawal after that for 2 years, which led me to further restrictions in my diet so I’ve only been eating meat since 2017. All that info on the diet that put me into remission is available here and I would highly recommend reading it for anyone suffering from chronic illness. My parents went on the same diet for various health reasons too. For some reason, all any of us can eat without experiencing a variety of digestive and neurological symptoms, is meat. 

    For years I thought I was cured. The Lion Diet (a name I called the all beef/lamb diet I was on) seemed to cure other people too. A lot of other people. I assumed it was gut damage from a standard American diet, antibiotics, drugs, etc., and that I’d heal, and heal my gut, and slowly reintroduce healthy foods back in (certain vegetables and fruit for instance should be tolerable). But nope. 

    Why? It’s not for lack of trying to reintroduce foods; it’s certainly not because I don’t like salad. Why are we allergic to everything? Why are there other people who aren’t related to me who also seem to be allergic to everything? What’s wrong with our immune systems? Is it something in common? Is it a bacterial gut problem? A viral exposure? Why does the Lion Diet work for so many people?

    After 7 years of remission (as long as I avoided trigger foods), I moved to the US in 2022 from Canada and I started to get sick again in Tennessee. I started getting bronchitis, my skin was breaking out, I was volatile and angry and couldn’t think as well, and my arthritis started coming back. I hadn’t altered my diet but my digestion was upset. I blamed tree allergies in Tennessee and moved to Miami. My husband and team set up a studio in Miami, I was still podcasting and I was feeling okay (compared to how sick I know I can be), but I was tired. Rather suddenly in 2023, I got worse: Bronchitis, skin rashes, arthritic pain, nerve pain, chronic fatigue. At the end of January 2023 it occurred to me I wasn’t just getting colds from my kid, something was wrong. It took until I didn’t have the energy to walk upstairs to realize something was very wrong.

    At first I thought it must be my diet. Maybe after six years of only meat my vitamins were off. Other people seemed okay on the Lion Diet but I’d been on it the longest. My parents also seemed okay, but maybe it was my diet anyway. My Dad had his vitamins checked and they were all fine, I had mine checked and I had multiple deficiencies. How was that possible if we’d been on the same diet for almost exactly the same amount of time?

    In February 2023, I realized there was mold in my house. We had the house thoroughly tested using a company called WeInspect and there was mold everywhere. The new house we bought didn’t have properly sealed windows or a properly sealed roof. Mold was behind the drywall and in all four HVACS. Black mold, other types of mold, endotoxins, bacteria, everything that shows up in water damage. And it was killing me. That also explained why my daughter was sick as well. She couldn’t breathe through her nose and wasn’t as energetic as she was as a tiny kid and I could see something happening to her that had happened to me. My husband also got sick at the same time.

    So we skedaddled out of that house really fast. I read everything I possibly could as fast as I could about biotoxins and the impact they have on health – and…

    It’s bad. It’s serious. I had no ideaSo I put together this website to simplify it down for people so they could have access to the information I researched.

    It appears as if the reason I’m allergic to everything in my environment (trees, grass, animals, down, dust), intolerant to almost everything I eat, the reason I can’t tolerate most medications, and why chemicals make me feel awful is because my immune system is on fire from long term exposure to biotoxins nobody really recognizes as incredibly harmful. I believe this is happening to millions of undiagnosed people. So I hope this website helps you, and you can follow along with my treatment as well.

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