FND : AM I THE LUCKY ONE

I was in pain. Real pain.

Deep, groin-twisting, life-disrupting pain.

They thought it was a digestive issue - something internal, but it was hard to trace. The symptoms were real. But the pathology unclear. 

I was being passed between departments, running tests, chasing answers.

But nothing explained the symptoms.

And then - my body collapsed.

From the weight of the pain? The hospital investigations? I’ll never know.

But one minute I was standing, and the next…

a strange sensation rolled over me.

Then the collapse.

Then the pain.

Not just pain - but a surge.

Like an electric current had snapped loose inside me and was tearing through every nerve.

From the soles of my feet to the base of my neck, my body jolted over and over again.

Completely awake.

Completely out of control.

It felt like a short circuit.

It felt like a stroke.

But I was told it wasn’t.

It was FND: Functional Neurological Disorder.

I’ll never forget that moment. The moment I asked ‘will I get better’ and the 3 word reply.

’I hope so’

And in that moment-hope felt like all I had.

When I got home, that’s when the real confusion began.

The pain hadn’t left. But something new had arrived.

Sensitivity.

My nervous system was lit up - burning, buzzing, reacting to everything.

Sounds hurt.

TVs, phone pings, footsteps, voices - each one felt like it was piercing through me, and in the beginning they quite literally caused a physical response. Jerked movements, uncontrollable shaking, a physical held tilt. 

And yet… I started noticing something else too.

Frequency.

I could feel it.

In music. In people. In silence.

It wasn’t emotional. It was physical.

And it wasn’t just hurting me - it was moving me.

Somehow, through all the overwhelm, I didn’t break.

I tuned in.

A sound bowl I’d been holding as a un-given gift from months earlier, created a response in my body unexpected, terrifying and yet powerful and stabilising. 

A crystal that sat untouched began pulsing in my hand like it had a job to do.

And that’s when I realised:

Maybe I hadn’t been cursed.

Maybe I’d been wired to feel energy so clearly because I was meant to understand it.

 

What started as collapse became something else.

Not healing in the traditional sense.

But recalibration.

 

It’s why I created Frequensoul.

Because the tools that changed everything for me weren’t found in a hospital.

They were already around me.

Crystals. Sound. Energy. Intention.

Not spiritual fluff - real, visceral tools that moved my pain, reshaped my mind, and gave me something the system couldn’t:

Power.

I still live with symptoms.

But I live with something else too: a connection to energy that was handed to me in the most extreme way.

Not softly. Not gradually.

But loudly.

So I couldn’t ignore it.

And maybe that’s the strangest part.

That something so overwhelming—so terrifying—led me here.

To frequency.

To the tools that helped me cope when nothing else could.

And to building a space where others might not have to feel so lost.

I don’t have all the answers.

But I know this: energy is real, and your body remembers.

And if my story helps you feel even a tiny shift, or gives you a thread to hold onto - then maybe this was all meant for something after all.

Steph x