1st March 2021
I have never understood what anxiety is, and how people are affected by it. I’ve felt dread and fear but my life has not been subject to this illness.
Kelli has been only firing on three cylinders since mid January, and did consult with a councillor who diagnosed that she had burnt herself out mentally because of all the tension caused by the presidential elections.
This really knocked the wind out of her, disrupting her sleep and leaving her without any energy. I have never seen her like this even when she was struggling to bring up her two children on her own. She survived the economic depression, when she lost her home and business, but through all that she kept her head above water using her talent for making money out of nothing.
She had made an appointment today to see a kinesiologist. She didn’t want to see a regular doctor mainly because she didn’t want to be treated with drugs.
Kinesiology addresses physiological, biomechanical, and psychological disciplines, and follows her principles of allowing the body to heal itself.
She was convinced that her anxiety had been caused by all the intensity of all the social media activity that was being pumped out.
She was heavy into Facebook and TicTok, spending many hours constantly updating herself of the latest news.
Then suddenly, she realised the futility of it all, and stopped. Even though the election went the way she wanted, and Biden was inaugurated as the new President, there was nothing else to fill the void, and gradually she faded into a grey space, not feeling energised to do anything at all.
Going to the Kinesiologist was a way of breaking out of the dark mist she was in.
I was interested in seeing how the treatment worked , and satisfied my scepticism.
I was allowed to be a spectator, and sat in the corner watching what unfolded.
In the middle of the room was a bench resembling an instrument of torture. There were levers, and padded sections that the doctor adjusted to suit Kelli.
Poor girl, she was subjected to brutal manipulation for over an hour, as the doctor focused on her adrenal system.
The bench creaked and groaned nearly as much as Kelli did, but the re-alignment of the intestines was the worst. I never thought in my wildest dreams would I witness such a operation, I was too shocked even to faint.
The rest of the treatment was tame compared to the gut turning episode, and consisted on the doctor touching various parts of the body with a tuning fork, apparently it’s all to do with good vibrations.
The next area of interest was re-aligning the hips, legs and arms went in all directions, some were Kelli’s.
Every different activity had a cost, so the doctor kept writing done each operation, to be totalled up at the end if you were able to limp out and pay.
I am still sceptical, but I accept that if is helping her to get back to her old self, I will support her decision, and keep my mouth shut.


