My Detox Journey
Detox Days 1–30: A Raw and Real Reflection
If you're anything like me, you're probably juggling 900 things a day—career, family, maybe even a dog who thinks she's your firstborn (hi, Phoebe 🐾). So when I started this detox, I knew I was doing it not just for me, but for the people and fur-babies I love. I want to be present. I want to show up well. I want my brain back. I want the pain gone. And I want energy that lasts longer than two hours.
The first 30 days of this detox with CellCore (through Dr. Katie Carollo’s group program) were brutal. There’s no sugarcoating it. I was exhausted in a way I didn’t expect—like, deeply tired but wired. Honestly, I couldn’t always tell if I was just emotionally drained from life, or if my liver was kicking up a fuss from all the toxins I was finally moving out. Either way, it felt like being on a rollercoaster in the dark, holding onto faith, prayer, and a big ol’ water bottle.
The Products (aka, my new coworkers):
I started with a small lineup of CellCore products and followed Dr. Katie’s protocol closely. Every dose felt like a commitment to healing. And yet... it brought up a lot. My body felt like it was speaking a different language—soft black poops (yep, I said it), random waves of emotion, and even wondering if the brain fog was permanent or just part of the purge.
My “Why” kept me grounded:
I want to reduce my Endo symptoms—breast tenderness, wild temperature swings, PMS, digestive struggles, and that horrible mid-cycle crash.
I want my energy back. I want my clarity back.
I want my pain level to be zero. Not managed. Gone.
I want to be a present wife, and I want to have enough left in the tank to chase Phoebe around when she gets the zoomies.
Some days I drank so much water I thought I’d float away. Other days, I had to remind myself that cheese and wine were not my friends right now, even when the stress screamed otherwise.
And spiritually? Whew. I had to get humble. Vulnerable. There’s something about posting your personal healing story online that strips you down. But I also knew— You might be out there reading this. And if you’re anything like me, you need someone to go first. To say, “Hey, I know it’s hard. But it’s possible.”
These first 30 days weren’t magic. They were messy. But they were necessary.
So if you're wondering whether it’s worth it… I’ll tell you this:
Even in the exhaustion, I could feel the shift. I was doing the work of healing, not just putting band-aids on symptoms.
And that, my friend, is worth every detox tea, every food journal entry, every moment of wanting to give up and choosing not to.
You’ve got this. And I’m right here with you.
With heart,
Shannon
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Detox Days 31–60: Learning to Listen and Lean In
If the first 30 days of this detox were about surviving the shift, the next 30 were about learning to listen—to my body, to my energy, and honestly… to God.
Somewhere around Day 31, things started to feel less chaotic. My body wasn’t screaming at me the same way. There were still symptoms, but I wasn’t as freaked out by them. I started to trust the process more.
✨ Wins Worth Celebrating:
My energy levels improved. Like, actually had some afternoons where I wasn’t dragging myself to the couch or tempted to cancel a call. That was huge.
Brain fog began to lift. I felt like I could string thoughts together again, hold conversations, and even finish a task without five distractions (you know what I mean).
I started getting more in tune with my cycle, recognizing when my body was shifting hormonally—and instead of pushing through like I usually do, I gave myself grace.
But it wasn’t all sunshine.
🌧️ The Struggles Continued:
Diarrhea was still hanging around (though we’ll call it “quick motility” because, girl, nobody needs to hear the details 💩).
My face started breaking out a bit. Small things, but they made me question what foods were still triggering inflammation. I even started wondering if garbanzo beans were betraying me. That one hurt. I’ve already given up so much: gluten, most of dairy, coffee, wine, vodka, etc.
The supplement timing got tricky when I wasn’t fully paying attention—especially during travel. (Endo Summit, anyone? I basically lived in the restroom and chugged electrolytes like it was my job.)
Dr. Katie reminded me that salt was essential to help my cells absorb all that water I was drinking. That was a game-changer.
Through it all, I kept working on my mindset. I had moments where I wanted to give up, and then I’d pause and ask myself, “What do I really need right now?” Sometimes it was a walk. Sometimes it was a nap. Sometimes it was just someone to say, “You’re doing enough.”
Habit stacking became a secret weapon during this stretch. Small grounding practices like breathwork, shoulder rolls between meetings, or gratitude at night made the hard days feel a little softer. I felt more present in my body—and less afraid of what it was telling me.
This phase reminded me that healing isn’t linear. It’s layered. And sometimes, the deepest work is quiet. Internal. Invisible to the outside world—but monumental for the woman doing it.
So, if you're somewhere in the middle of your own healing journey and wondering if you're doing it "right"—you are. Showing up, choosing differently, and giving yourself grace is the work. You're not alone. And you don’t have to rush this.
We’re in this together.
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