A few years ago, I furiously started a little blog called Pills to Paleo.

I say furiously because that’s what I was — furious. After years in therapy and years on meds, I accidentally discovered that nutrition was at the root of my mental health symptoms.

I was happy to start healing, but I was livid that no one had ever told me about the connection between depression, anxiety, and nutrition.

My motto was this: If no one else is doing it, I’m gonna do it. 

When I started that blog, I had no idea that I would ever become a Nutritional Therapy Practitioner, let alone a Reiki Master

I just wanted a place to share my story, get my feelings out, and maybe help others. I spent hundreds of hours on message boards, forums, and obscure websites trying to find answers, and there was no way I was gonna let all of that go to waste.

Fast forward to now: things are a lot different.

I wish I could go back in time and show the old me what I’m doing now. I have a successful nutrition practice helping others, I’ve shared my story on multiple podcasts and websites, and — more important than anything — I am healthier, happier, and more emotionally stable than I’ve been in my entire life.

I’m so happy I can’t even keep my eyes open.

Because so much has changed, it felt time for a change. I wanted to birth something out of celebration and love, rather than spite, bitterness, and pain.

Changing “names” and websites is no small task (I’ve spent the last six weeks building this one from scratch!), and it’s not something I did on a whim.

Today, I want to share the 4 reasons I’m saying goodbye to Pills to Paleo.

Here they are:

1. I’ve become conscious of medication shaming, and I don’t want to perpetuate it.

I won’t sugarcoat it: psych meds were absolutely toxic for me, and they caused my body and mind so much harm. That being said, not everyone has this experience, and you’ll never find me making blanket statements that they’re horrible for everyone.

I truly believe we all have our own healing paths and that everything happens for a reason. You want to know something? I am deeply grateful for my experience with psych meds. They showed me contrast and ultimately ignited my health journey and rebirth.

Because I’m wary of sending the message that I’m fervently anti-medication for everyone, I wanted to drop the “Pills” part of my name. I don’t want to lead with that, or emphasize it.

I support those who have been harmed by psychiatry, and those who find refuge in it. This mental health stuff is hard enough, and the last thing anyone needs is to feel more judgment or stigma. If you’re curious, you can learn more about my stance on psychiatric medication.

2. While I still eat mostly “paleo,” the definition has gotten so loose that it makes me uncomfortable.

I still eat paleo (aside from occasional white rice and goat dairy), and it’s still the dietary template I recommend for the majority of my clients.

But within the last few years, “paleo” as a concept has gotten far, far away from its roots. We’re in the middle of what I call the “plasticization of paleo.”

(And yeah, I totally realize I’m the scene kid whining about how their favorite band “sold out.”)

Big Food has caught on to the huge wave in nutrition consciousness, and they’re finding ways to make ancestral diets “convenient.”

While I’m all about certain convenience foods (I love Epic Bars and RX Bars, for example), I don’t love that paleo newcomers could easily think it’s fine to just swap a Nutri-Grain bar for an RX Bar.

It’s all about context, and eating REAL FOOD, and I’m worried that context is going out the window for lots of folks.

On the flip side, I also hate all of the fear-mongering that happens in the paleo world. Certain big-name bloggers and “purists” make people think that if they slip up once, their cellular health will be in the toilet for the next 8 years.

Ain’t nobody got time for that.

I still consider myself a “paleo person,” and I’m very active in the paleo community. I just want a slight amount of distance, ’cause y’all crazy.

3. I’ve grown and changed a lot. Who am I to say it won’t happen again?

You guys. I don’t even recognize myself. It startles me sometimes.

Five years ago, I was a pizza-hoovering, beer-guzzling, cynical-as-hell agnostic.

These days, I make beet kvass, practice Reiki, and muscle-test everything.

I’m a fervent believer in divine intervention, ’cause there’s no way Pizza Holly would have done any of this on her own.

I see growth as a constant process, and I intend to do more of it. Where will I be five years from now? I’m not sure, and that’s exciting.

Over the last year, I spent a lot of time trying to pick a name for my business other than my own. But I kept coming back to the realization that I would likely outgrow any name I chose. Holly Higgins is the only name I can’t outgrow.

It’s just a bonus that it sounds cool and is easy to spell. I’m only mad that I couldn’t snag hollyhiggins.com. Now you know my maiden name, Fisher, which is now my middle name.

4. Using my own name is the ultimate exercise in being myself.

Last year, I wrote a post about the original root cause of my health crisis. And by “original,” I mean the domino that set all the other dominos in motion. That domino was NOT BEING MYSELF.

Hiding out, staying quiet, and pretending to be the person I thought people wanted me to be is what made me sick in the first place.

It was in that energetic state of depletion that my mental and physical health started to spiral downward. I needed nutrition to crawl out of the deep rut that I ended up in. And when I came up for air, I needed some massive soul healing.

I made a vow to always be myself, and I don’t know a better way to do that than to use my own name. Welcome to the new chapter, friends. This is just the beginning.

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