The Fallacy of Separate Body Systems in a Thriving Capitalist System

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One thing clinicians will do is give distinct diagnoses. So your seasonal depression and anxiety are not at all connected to your hives or IBS, right?

In a world that thrives on transactions, would clinicians—or the health system as a whole—have a conscience?

I remember, as a pre-teen girl in fourth grade, starting to have intense pain, swollen lymph nodes, extreme fatigue, and low mood. It was deeply distressing. When we visited the GP, my mother and I were told my labs seemed fine, and I was prescribed something.

Guess what? Years later, I have had multiple mental and physical health diagnoses. I have spent—I can even say—millions on hospital and specialist visits to come to this conclusion: I am neurodivergent, and my mind and body are more sensitive than average. I must work on regulating my nervous system, my diet, my movements, my interactions, and my rest. Essentially, all 11 major body systems must be regulated to a homeostatic state, or close to it, for me to function and feel like a normal person.

Did my family have to spend millions to reach this conclusion? In a thriving capitalist system, yes. How else is the world supposed to function, right? They do not care about you, only the money you bring. So, what in this utopian nonsense are holistic health principles? Making sure patients actually heal (bombastic side eye). Well...

P.S. Since I've awakened to the fact—and have taken my health and healing as my special interest, I function better than yester years. 

Yours truly, 
Lerato Lilly

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