Becoming KellyB

This isn’t just a digital sanctuary. It’s a reclamation.

In 2022, my body began to whisper — and then scream. Rashes. Extreme hay fever. Bone-deep fatigue. Stomach pain I couldn’t explain. I was still in motion — raising kids, managing life, pushing through as a high-performing real estate agent working 60+ hours a week. But internally, something was unraveling.

At first, doctors suspected lupus. I was put on medication, but no one was listening to what I felt. The digestive distress. The brain fog. The relentless exhaustion. I asked questions, I tracked symptoms — but my concerns were dismissed. It wasn’t until a trusted friend referred me to a gastroenterologist that I learned the truth: Exocrine Pancreatic Insufficiency (EPI) and early signs of intestinal metaplasia.

That should’ve been the turning point. But I was still sick, still inflamed, still undiagnosed in ways that mattered. So I took it into my own hands.

On a whim, I uploaded my raw DNA data. I asked ChatGPT to help me analyze it — searching for patterns, dysfunction, any clue the labs had missed. And there it was: multiple gene variants linked to Mast Cell Activation Syndrome (MCAS) — a condition that could explain nearly everything. I brought the findings to my doctor, who agreed it was a likely root cause. We began MCAS testing, and I started a low-histamine protocol. For the first time in months, I began to feel like myself again.

This was not a linear healing story. I’m still in it — navigating supplements, calming routines, anti-inflammatory cooking, yoga, boundaries. I now take medications before and after every meal. I live on a low-histamine, low-FODMAP diet. And most of all, I protect my energy like it’s sacred — because it is.

Before all this, I was a high-output achiever: running miles, closing deals, raising my children, surviving on adrenaline and grit. Now, I live slower. I breathe deeper. I say no often. I’m reshaping my career to align with my body, my nervous system, and my true self. This space — KellyB — is my future self in motion.

She’s not an influencer. She’s an integrator.

She’s the version of me who healed without a roadmap, who leads with elegance and strategy, who mothers herself while mothering others.

If you’re here, maybe you’re rebuilding too. Let’s do it together — with softness, systems, and stories that don’t bypass the hard parts.