Healing from Chronic Stress: My Journey with Hashimotos

For years and years I operated at 100 mph without a second thought. I went through all the motions, I took on way more than I could acommodate in a healthy way, and I always went above and beyond.

During high school I got straight A’s in all AP classes and danced competitively 20+ hours per week. In college I graduated with both my bachelors and masters degrees in engineering in 4.5 years, was captain of my college dance team, held a position in my sorority, and held a part-time job. After college, I hit the ground running with a fancy new job and apartment in NYC. I studied to pass my engineering licensure exams, traveled back and forth to MA most weekends, and worked 40/50/60 hours per week.

When I became a mother for the first time four years ago, this pattern repeated itself but it looked a little bit different. I was caring for my baby full-time without utilizing consistent outside childcare, working full-time, running a successful craft business on the side while starting another engineering consulting business, trying to keep my home/family looking exactly how I thought it should – clean, laundry and dishes done, freshly cooked meals, date nights – you get the gist. It was a textbook recipe for disaster.

I would love to say that I turned things around and slowed down one random day when God put it on my heart, but that was not the case. I had ignored so many signals for so long. I was exhausted, irritable, and overwhelmed all the time. I couldn’t lose the weight after having my son, I couldn’t sleep more than a couple hours at a time, my digestion was horrible, and I was having debilitating migraines.

When my son was almost a year old I suffered recurrent miscarriages and received a diagnosis of Hashimotos, an autoimmune condition that attacks the thyroid. I was a complete wreck both physically and emotionally. I was completely burnt out and for the first time I could see that the years of chronic stress and neglect for myself had led to.

Chronic Stress Over Time

Chronic stress over a long period of time leads to:

  • Deregulation of the HPA axis (the body’s feedback loop that controls stress response)
  • Inflammation
  • Large blood sugar swings
  • Disrupted sleep and limited restorative sleep
  • Depletion of minerals
  • Slowly of the thyroid conversion hormone

Hashimotos, like all autoimmune conditions, thrives under chronic stress and often goes found hand in hand with burnout. For myself and other women that I have connected with, it became apparent that many of us shared the same “Type A” personality and though we noticed some symptoms, kept pushing through qualifying it as “normal” to feel awful 99.9% of the time. I want to shout from the rooftops that feeling exhausted, bloated, irritable, miserable, etc. is common but not normal.

How I Began My Healing Journey

The desire to be present and full of energy for my son, as well as to have more children, lit a fire in me like I had never experienced before. Several doctors that I met with early on told me that there was nothing that I could do to stop the progression of Hashimotos. They told me that it could lead to other autoimmune conditions, that I would be on medication for the rest of my life, and that I would struggle to get pregnant.

This was like a punch to the gut if I’m being honest – but I refused to accept it. I read every medical journal that I could find, I scoured blogs, read books, reached out to nutritionists, doctors, etc. and learned everything that I could about Hashimotos so that I could start healing.

It was tempting to overhaul everything in my life at once, but I knew that would not be sustainable. I decided to start with three actionable items to start healing from the chronic stress that I had been under for so long.

  1. I Started Prioritizing Sleep

I stopped setting my alarm unless I absolutely had to and I started getting into bed at 8 o’clock every single night. I would put my son to sleep and immediately go to bed myself, usually reading for a bit before lights out at 8:30. On average I was getting 10-11 hours of sleep per night (minus the times I was up with my son which was still nightly at this point). Other things in my life definitely fell to the wayside (laundry, a clean house, my favorite nighttime shows) – but sleep is necessary for healing. Whenever I start to feel myself slipping back into old patterns, this is the first thing that I focus on.

2. I Stopped Drinking Coffee on An Empty Stomach

This was hard for me as for years and years I have basically stepped out of bed and walked directly to the coffee maker. I never realized the damage that I was doing with this seemingly lovely morning ritual. Caffeine on an empty stomach hinders digestion and spikes cortisol – which leads to nervous system dysfunction. Now I have a warm cup of lemon water with a sprinkle of salt first thing while I prepare my breakfast. After I have eaten, I enjoy my coffee guilt free (this really gets me out of bed in the morning if I’m being honest!)

3. I spend 5 – 10 minutes with sunlight on my face upon waking

This one stumped me for a long time because I certainly wasn’t schlepping my kids outside in the 30 degree whether at 7AM to stand in the sunlight for 5 minutes. If you are able to do this – great, this is truly the best option. For those of us who are not able to get outside first thing, standing by a window with natural light for those 5 – 10 minutes works too. Getting sunlight in your eyes first thing is proven to lower cortisol and your stress response throughout the day. For me, I usually stand by the back door while I let my dog out and do a couple deep breathes or try to think of three things that I am grateful for to start the day. If you cannot get to a window – try turning on all of the overhead lights in the room you are in to signal to your brain that the day has begun. It’s not about perfection – it’s just about small progress steps that all add up overtime.

If you are interested in this type of content please keep following along! I will share more about my journey in healing from Hashimotos in this space as well as over on Instagram!

xo,
Jaclyn

Life Updates

It has been a long while since I have stepped into this space. I actually wasn’t planning on coming back here, but it’s funny how time and time again I find myself missing this page and craving an outlet for my thoughts. The past year has been one of the best and most transformational of my life. We welcomed our sweet daughter Grace to the world last February and have loved every moment of watching her grow. My son, Wesley, is 3 now (how?!) and they are the cutest little duo. He is so protective and so in love with her – I can’t wait to watch their relationship continue to develop and grow.

We received another amazing blessing from God when I found out in August that I was pregnant with Baby #3– due in April 2025. We do not take this for granted for one second and we cannot wait to hold another precious, perfect newborn in our arms and see how they fit into our family.

Amidst all of this joy, there has also been struggle. I feel like this year has really been focused on looking inward, personal development, figuring out who I am as a mother and a person versus who I really want to be, figuring out what is important to us as a family… and so much more. This has been a work in progress and has often been stressful and uncomfortable ~ mostly because it is so big and so important.

As someone who has always had a *plan*, I am feeling a bit like a rudderless ship lately as I try to figure out how all of my desires and dreams for my family fit into the reality that is my life. I feel like I have been on a hamster wheel going full speed ahead for the past decade+ and I’m so ready to get off. I want to live my life in a way that is simple and joyful and in alignment with who I truly am.

I’m well aware that this shift is going to take time, but I am realizing that it is going to be the most important thing that I can do for my future and my family so I’m going to take it slow. My goal for the month of February is to intentionally add one activity to every single day that brings me quiet joy. By quiet joy, I don’t mean the dopamine hit that often accompanies moments of instant gratification (i.e. shopping online, consuming sugar), I mean true joy that brings peace to my soul and even just a moment of clarity amidst the chaos.

I will be sharing these moments on Instagram each day if you want to follow along. As always, I’m so happy that you’re here – I’ve missed you!

xo,

Jaclyn

Recurrent Miscarriage & Hashimotos

The past year and a half has been a bit tumultuous for our family. I wasn’t sure if I was going to share this, now or ever, but I have always found writing to be therapeutic — and I recognize the “perfect” facade that social media can portray. It’s not real. Everybody is struggling with something. Everybody has a story that doesn’t neatly fit into the little square boxes on Instagram. The best parts of life are not perfectly curated. They are messy, they are up and down and all over the place. The raw and real emotions that come with this are worth putting on paper.

Last March, Tim & I found out that we were expecting another little bundle of joy. We were completely shocked, overwhelmed, distressed, and then eventually flooded with pure excitement. It was sooner than we had planned, but we all know that God is ultimately in control. Our little babies would be only 14 months apart — and while we know that we would have our hands full, we also knew that our hearts would be fuller.

The beginning of the pregnancy FLEW by. I’m not sure if it was because I was in denial those first few weeks or because I was chasing around Wes 24/7, but before I knew it my 8 week appointment had come. I went by myself for my first ultrasound and saw our little one on the screen. He was measuring a little bit small, but had a perfectly strong heartbeat.

Fast forward a couple of weeks and Tim and I were headed back to my follow up. I was so excited to have Tim with me because since Wesley was born during COVID, he couldn’t come to any of the early ultrasounds. They called us in and the tech got started. It only took two seconds of her silence and a glance at the ultrasound screen to know that something was very wrong. “I am so sorry” she eventually said, “there is no longer a heartbeat.”

With that one sentence it felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room. I could not even muster one word in response to the questions that she was asking me. This was the last thing that I had expected. They moved me to a private room and I completely fell apart. I can hardly remember what happened during the rest of our visit other than being forced to make several big and horrible choices right then and there. I had suffered what they call a “missed miscarriage” – so there were no signs prior to the ultrasound. I opted to take medication at home to begin miscarrying naturally within the next few days.

I was horrified, obviously, as I returned home and shared the news with my mom. I took the medication immediately, laid in bed and cried for the rest of the day – afraid and waiting for what was to come. After 72 hours, nothing had happened. A full week went by and my body was still holding onto the pregnancy much to the shock of my doctors. They prescribed me another dose of medication and I continued to wait. Two weeks after learning that our baby did not have a heartbeat, I returned to the office for a follow-up. My doctor scheduled a D&C for the following week and I went on my way.

Three days later, I began to miscarry at home and it was something that I would not wish on my worst enemy. I ended up hemorrhaging and passing out in our downstairs bathroom just before Tim called 911. I was transported to the hospital where I received a blood transfusion and an emergency D&C in the middle of the empty operating room at 2AM on a Sunday morning. It was traumatic. It was heartbreaking. It has been over a year and as I write this I have tears in my eyes.

The following months were hard. Really hard. I was at rock bottom both physically and emotionally. I had zero energy. I had 10 extra pounds of “baby weight” but no baby to show for it. I was irritable and angry with the world. My heart was broken after almost three months of praying for this little baby only to find out that he wouldn’t be joining us in this world. But I pushed on. I cared for Wesley, I went on vacation, I made it through — even if it did feel a bit like I was on autopilot. If I’m being honest, it is still hard sometimes. Grief is unpredictable and certainly doesn’t seem to follow any sort of timeline.

In September, my doctor encouraged us to try again. She said that unfortunately miscarriages are common and the chances of another would be slim. Four weeks later we got another positive pregnancy test. This time the results were met with elation, but also skepticism. After all we had gone through, I felt like I needed to guard my heart. I didn’t think I would survive that kind of loss again — but ultimately, I did.

My emotions this time were a bit different. It almost felt like this pregnancy had ended before it had even really gotten started. We hadn’t shared the news; we hadn’t even had much time to process it ourselves. I was sad of course, but I mostly felt angry and confused. Why was this happening? What was the matter with me? Why was my body failing me? What if I couldn’t have another child? I had so many questions.

Some of these questions were finally answered in November when my extensive bloodwork panel came back and I was diagnosed with Hashimotos. For those of you that don’t know, this is an autoimmune condition in which your body attacks your thyroid. I saw multiple doctors, all who told me that there was nothing that I could do other than take medication for the rest of my life. They said that the disease can be progressive and lead to other autoimmune diseases – but still, there was nothing that I could do. They claimed that no dietary or lifestyle changes could alter the course of this disease. It was not the answer that I wanted.

Since receiving this diagnosis, I have dove into research on my own. I began working with a functional medicine nutritionist who has healed her own autoimmune disease through food and lifestyle – and I has halped me begin to do the same. I am focused on eating a balanced diet full of real food, balancing my blood sugar, reducing stress and adopting what some people term as “slow living”. I’m working on being more intentional with all of my actions – specifically those relating to motherhood and my home life. I am sharing this partially as a diary to remind myself of how far I have come in this journey, but also because I know a lot of people are quietly struggling. You never know what someone else is going through. Be kind.

xo,

Jaclyn

Living Slowly: An Introduction

My largest focus (aside from loving and taking care of Wesley) over this past year has been on my nutrition. I have worked tirelessly to figure out what works best for me and honestly, I’m feeling pretty good. I am cooking more than I ever have, and I’m eating a larger variety of foods than ever before. My family is well nourished, and I feel a deep sense of pride at feeding my son and my husband largely unprocessed, comforting meals. I have started enjoying feeding my body what it needs, rather than cycling through the vicious process that I followed for many years – this entailed “eating healthy” Monday – Friday, only to throw caution to the wind every weekend and then wake up on the next Monday morning to “restart”. I feel like I am much more balanced now and my relationship with food is so much healthier.

For whatever reason, as I changed my relationship with food, I became much more aware of the rest of my life. I felt like an outsider looking in on the interactions that I had with my husband, my son, and even my dog. I started noticing that my patience was fairly low across the board and my stress was at an all-time high. I noticed that I felt unsettled most of the time and like I was always trying to play catch up. I noticed that 95% of my time was spent on tasks that held little meaning to me or my family or my life. I realized that in the time that I did have home with Wesley, I was distracted and rarely fully present.

I remember I was speaking to my mom about this one day and I said, “My life just feels chaotic,” and her response was, “That’s because it is chaotic. When I come to your house, it just feels like chaos.”

The more that I started to ruminate on this, the more it hit me like a ton of bricks. And I mean a ton of bricks as in tears streaming down my face sitting in my office at work. As a lifelong Type-A perfectionist overachiever, it was not easy to admit that my lifestyle was no longer working for me, but I had to be honest with myself. This was not the life that I wanted.

I wanted to stop telling my one-year-old to “hold on just one second”

I wanted to stop speaking to my husband only in demands and requests.

I wanted to stop counting down to nap time just so I could take a breath.

I wanted to stop feeling flustered and anxious and overwhelmed 24/7.

I desperately wanted to start enjoying my life as a mother and as a wife and taking in the years that I know are going to fly by before I can even blink.

I started to ask myself what this would look like. What does the life that you are picturing look like on a day to day basis? Honestly, the answer surprised me.

It looks like spending time outside with Wesley as he stomps in puddles and plays in the dirt without thinking of all the tasks I need to complete once I get back inside. It looks like sipping coffee without reheating it for the 15th time. It looks like bringing my dog, Rosie, out to throw the ball without gasping in frustration because it’s taking too long and I need to load the dishwasher. It looks like getting in bed early with a good book and getting up early to meditate and do yoga. It looks like waking up on Saturday morning and deciding what to do with the day instead of having back-to-back activities and commitments scheduled in. It looks baking sourdough bread on Friday morning and letting Wes help me even if it’s messy and takes 5x longer than usual. It looks like dating Tim instead of just coordinating schedules.

These thoughts and feelings that I had felt so overwhelming to me. As someone who has always prided themselves on achievement and accomplishment – it felt foreign that I was craving something different. I prayed and prayed for clarity. I prayed for a new career path to be put on my heart that would offer me the fulfillment that I clearly was seeking. I prayed and prayed and prayed – and all that I kept coming back to was one single word. Slowly.

So here I am – committing to living slowly. I’m going to take it one step at a time and take you along for the ride. To me, living slowly means mothering intentionally. being present. creating more and consuming less. connecting. playing. recharging. getting curious. nourishing my family. and cutting out the things that are less important for the things that are most important.

Cheers to this new journey: living slowly.

xo,

Jaclyn

Edinburgh, Scotland

If you didn’t already see it, you can read about part one of our trip across the pond here! We had the most phenomenal time in Alsace that we did not want to leave. Usually at the end of a vacation I am eager to get home, but this time all I wanted was to stay. I can’t wait to return someday.

Anyway… on July 12th (Tim’s 35th Birthday!) we headed to the airport and were off to our next destination – Edinburgh, Scotland.

We got to the airport a couple of hours early and stopped for a quick lunch. The food court in the terminal had Stokke Trip Trap high chairs to use – which I couldn’t believe. I had been eying this chair since before Wesley was born and I loved getting to try it out. He loved sitting at the table with Daddy!

As luck would have it.. I ended up scoring this exact highchair for less than $100 on Facebook marketplace when we returned home. I love nothing more than finding a good deal!

Back to the trip… we boarded our plane and were off with our happy little traveler. Wesley LOVED looking out the airplane window and watching the luggage carts on the tarmac.

We landed in Edinburgh a couple of hours later and headed to our AirBnb where our friends were waiting for us. When we pulled up in the taxi outside … of course we were all tired and grouchy as we tried to figure out where exactly where we were supposed to be going with 5 million bags…. Tim happened to look up and saw that in the window above us were balloons that said “TIM” LOL. It gave away the surprise a little bit… but we walked on up and into another birthday celebration!

The 9 was to celebrate Wesley being 9 months old!

We had a good laugh when we saw that the balloons actually said “Tim R” — apparently it was cheaper at the store to buy four balloons instead of three, so they really had no choice. LOL.

The rest of the night was spent catching up with our friends and recapping the first part of each of our trips before we settled in and got some sleep.

The next morning, Tim, Wes, and I were up early so we ventured out down the road and came across the sweetest little coffee shop called “Blend”. We sat in the courtyard having scones and coffee and admiring the beautiful gardens and the architecture. This was one of my very favorite mornings of the entire trip.

After we walked around the area near our AirBnb, we headed into Edinburgh for lunch. Driving into the city was a major mistake and turned out to be a nightmare! We could not find parking anywhere, you drive on the wrong side of the road there, we didn’t know where we were going. Next time we will 100% take public transportation everywhere.

We made it to our lunch reservation 45 minutes late, but we made it and after two espresso martinis we could all take a breath again. LOL

We spent the rest of the afternoon walking around Edinburgh. As everyone had promised, the weather was all over the place. One minute it was beautiful and sunny – the next it was downpouring. I was grateful that at least Wesley got a chance to wear his new raincoat.

The next day Tim and Jason headed to The British Open at St. Andrew’s (they were sooo pumped about this) and the girls (& Wes) took a ride through the countryside. I was dead set on seeing a highland cow while we were in Scotland, but they turned out to be quite difficult to find. I was in heaven when we stumbled upon this little gift shop on the side of the road that had two cows that you could feed. Not exactly what I was imagining or expecting… but fun regardless!

Driving through the countryside was amazing. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking.

The guys were having a blast too. Tim kept sending me photos all day long of golfers that he was only a couple feet away from. He was ecstatic to have scored the tickets in a lottery to attend the 100th British Open.

By the time that we made it home for the night my little guy was exhausted. We spent a quiet evening relaxing and then got up early for our final day in Scotland. We went back into Edinburgh and did some sightseeing. We toured the Palace of Holyroodhouse (I loved this), Edinburgh Castle, and spent our day meandering through restaurants and shops all over the city.

Wesley didn’t like vacation at all… LOL. Such a happy guy!

We rounded out our trip with a rooftop meal and cocktails — the view from our table was stunning and you could see the entire city.

We were so grateful for such a great trip with so many good friends! We are already itching to decide where we should visit next!

xo,

Jaclyn