Mine certainly did.

Some journeys choose you.

Health has never been something I could take for granted. From infancy, my body seemed to fight battles most people never see. As a baby, I had severe projectile reflux. After childhood vaccinations, I developed strong food allergies, particularly to dairy and didn’t sleep through the night until I was five.
I had glandular fever at two years old, and again at fifteen. Pancreatitis at nine, something doctors told us was incredibly rare in a child. At the time, they believed I had contracted a parasite from cows after helping milk them on a farm across the road from our home. I remember the doctors giving me large orange tablets in hospital, though I never truly understood what they were. I only remember how sick I felt.
At fifteen I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue. By nine, I had already experienced suicidal depression. Through my teens and twenties came recurring immune infections, UTIs, kidney infections, sinus infections, lung infections. At nineteen, I contracted giardia overseas and dealt with constant vomiting for almost a year before finally stabilising with naturopathic support.
At twenty-two, pregnant with my first daughter, I developed gallstones and pancreatitis again. I had my gallbladder removed at eighteen weeks pregnant. Her birth was traumatic, life-threatening for both of us and four days later I suffered a massive haemorrhage.
The following years brought pneumonia, shingles, a further pregnancy, and ongoing immune struggles. I was later diagnosed with IgA immune deficiency something doctors had known about for years but never told me. I also carry MTHFR gene variations, meaning my detox pathways are compromised.
Add PTSD, anxiety, panic attacks, bulging spinal discs, and a spinal fracture likely from a childhood fall… and winter months where fibromyalgia forced me into constant hibernation (hello, seasonal depression).
That was my “normal.” And I have tried everything. Naturopathy. Holistic therapies. Chinese medicine. Acupuncture. Chiropractic. Massage. Float tanks. Raw food. Juicing. Gluten-free. High protein. Every diet under the sun. Some relief, sometimes. But nothing that truly lasted. Then a dear friend mentioned TRS. I sat on the fence for a month. Researching. Reading. Thinking. Praying. Eventually I decided. if I’m going to change my health, I have to be willing to try something new.
So I began.

The First Changes

I started slowly, one spray each morning for ten days. Then gradually increased to five sprays daily.
The very first thing I noticed? My bathroom visits did not smell pleasant. I remember thinking… well, something is clearly happening.
But the real shift came with sleep. Within days, I was falling asleep within five minutes of closing my eyes. Normally my brain would replay conversations, plan the next day, solve imaginary problems… you know the drill. But suddenly, lights out. Deep sleep. Vivid dreams. Waking rested instead of dragging myself through the morning like a zombie.
That alone felt life-changing. Then around day eight, I woke up with energy. Not fake energy. Not wired energy. Real energy. And happiness.
The kind of happiness you don’t have to manufacture. I was singing and dancing in the kitchen before the school run. My daughters looked at me like I’d been replaced.
If that was the only result I ever experienced, it would have been enough. Because my girls deserve a happy mum.
Momentum Builds

Within weeks I was deep-cleaning the house, painting, gardening, washing windows, not because I “had to,” but because I wanted to. By week three, my fibromyalgia pain began dulling. I hadn’t realized how bad it had been until it softened. I stopped reaching for pain relief. I drove two hours without stiffness or flare-ups, something I normally couldn’t do without paying for it.
My eyesight improved. I could scroll on my phone without my glasses and actually focus. That was huge for me.
Around month two, I experienced headaches for a couple of weeks possibly mould detox (just my own observation). Then it passed. And I felt clearer. Lighter. My cognition improved. Decision-making felt easier. I handled stress differently. I used to struggle deeply with spontaneity. I needed control. Preparation. Predictability.
Now? I can flow, That is not a small shift.
A Mother’s Perspective

Then something even more important happened, My 12-year-old daughter began using TRS.
Here’s her story:
“My 12 year old daughter has been on TRS for 8 weeks. She is a completely different child! Before, she would spend all her time in her room, and seemed depressed.
I thought she was an introvert and that it was just her personality. No! Not anymore, we have an extrovert on our hands people! Now she is chatty, smiling and happy all the time! She has the funniest sense of humour, she sings and dances all around the house! She now talks to me all the time and greets me every morning with a cuddle.
Thank you TRS!!!!.”
Watching your child come alive is something words can’t really explain. The laughter. The morning cuddles. The spark in her eyes, That is everything.
Why I Continue

What stood out to me about TRS was how simple it is. No extreme detox reactions. No having to curl up in bed feeling dreadful. No complicated protocols.
Just consistency. We live in a world of unavoidable exposure environmental toxins, food contamination, chemicals in everyday products. Supporting the body’s ability to remove what doesn’t belong there isn’t a “quick fix” for me.
It’s long-term support. It’s choosing to do what I can, with what I know, for the body I’ve been given.
Where We Are Now

I am not claiming perfection.
I am not claiming overnight miracles.
I am not claiming this replaces medical care.
What I can say is this:
I feel more resilient.
I feel clearer.
I feel happier.
And my family feels the difference.
After a lifetime of fighting my body, I finally feel like we’re on the same team.
That’s my journey so far.
And if something in this story resonates with you, if you’ve been sitting on the fence like I was, know that you don’t have to walk your path alone.
If you choose to explore TRS, I’m here to support you.
Because sometimes the bravest thing you can do… is try again.