About the Author

One day, I knew I would be helping people who were sick. With that purpose in mind, I kept fighting until I finally beat the odds. After years of suffering, I overcame multiple illnesses I had been told were “incurable”—and eventually helped my daughter overcome her own devastating health challenges as well.

These are our stories.

My Recovery Story

Matt Nedin — 44 Years Old — Certified Holistic Nutritionist — 22+ Years of Life Experience in Holistic Healing — Founder of EndSickness.org

Over the course of my health journey, I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, asthma, severe lead and mercury poisoning, celiac disease, depression, chronic sinusitis, eczema, severe food allergies, multiple chemical sensitivity, systemic candida, leaky gut, phase 2 detox impairment, Klebsiella overgrowth, low testosterone, ADHD, PTSD, cataracts, and more.

And if all of that wasn’t enough, doctors eventually discovered a drug-resistant parasite in the same family as malaria—Dientamoeba fragilis—which was hiding in my liver and gallbladder.

Rock Bottom

There was a point when I truly didn’t believe my health could get any worse.

Then it did.

After losing more than 80 pounds, my food sensitivities became so severe that I was forced to survive on only seven different foods for more than two years. I couldn’t even eat the same foods two days in a row. Everything had to be carefully rotated because I was afraid that eating foods too frequently would lead to even more reactions.

At the same time, chronic illness had taken over nearly every aspect of my life. I had lost most of my friends, my world had become incredibly small, and I was living in a constant state of trauma.

Then things became even darker.

Severe inflammation throughout my intestinal area eventually left me unable to use the bathroom normally on my own. For more than two years, I had to perform daily enemas just to keep waste moving out of my body.

This was the lowest point of my entire health journey.

I had spent years searching for answers, trying different approaches and fighting every day to get my life back, yet after approximately seven years, I had made virtually no progress.

Something had to change.

How I Escaped Chronic Illness

After seven years of struggling with no real progress, I finally accepted that I couldn’t do this on my own.

With nowhere else to turn, I asked for divine assistance.

I made a promise to God that if He helped me become well, I would dedicate my life to helping other people who were suffering—no matter what.

From that point forward, little miracles started happening.

There wasn’t one magical moment where everything suddenly disappeared. Instead, small breakthroughs began appearing, one after another. I continued learning, changing my approach and rebuilding my health piece by piece.

Those small victories compounded over time.

Ten years later, after more struggle and heartache than I ever could have imagined, I had finally made it.

I wasn’t simply surviving anymore.

I was the healthiest I had ever been.

And I knew exactly what I needed to do next.

I walked away from my six-figure career and began fulfilling the promise I had made years earlier.

Today, I help people struggling with many of the same complex health problems that once consumed my own life.

It has become the most gratifying work I have ever done.

I genuinely love what I do, and as strange as it may sound, today I can even thank God for allowing me to become sick. Without everything I went through, I may never have discovered my true calling.

My suffering ultimately gave my life purpose.

For a detailed, step-by-step account of my healing journey, visit From Sickness to Wellness. If you are still suffering and feel as though you have exhausted every option, my story may give you a completely different perspective on what recovery can look like.

But just when I thought the hardest chapter of my life was finally behind me, another one began.

This time, it wasn’t happening to me.

It was happening to my daughter.

My Daughter’s Recovery Story

When I got my daughter at 18 months old, she already had a persistent cough and skin problems.

I tried to help her, but she seemed to react to virtually every supplement I introduced. Despite everything I had learned through my own recovery, I found myself at another dead end.

Then we moved into a house, and she began attending a new school.

Within months, all hell broke loose.

Her eczema became so severe that she would scratch herself until she bled. She was wheezing and coughing. Her eyes began crossing. Her speech became slurred. She was convulsing in her sleep and having seizures.

She developed severe constipation, facial flushing, asthma attacks, food sensitivities, behavioral problems and difficulty remembering even simple things.

Watching my daughter deteriorate in front of me was a complete nightmare.

After everything I had already endured personally, watching my child suffer was probably the hardest experience of my entire life.

Eventually, her condition became so severe that I had no choice but to pull her out of school.

By that point, it was becoming increasingly clear to me that something inside that building was affecting her.

I began homeschooling her.

She improved, but she was still struggling with numerous symptoms, and I still didn’t completely understand why.

Then came one of the biggest clues of our entire journey.

We went away on vacation for 10 days.

While we were gone, I began noticing changes. They weren’t dramatic, but several of her symptoms became noticeably less severe.

Then we returned home.

Within hours, she suffered a severe asthma attack.

That was the moment everything finally clicked.

Something in the air was making my daughter sick.

We eventually found a doctor who helped us investigate mold exposure. Testing showed elevated levels of trichothecenes in her urine, finally giving us an explanation for what we had been witnessing.

For years, I had been trying to understand what was wrong with my daughter.

Now I finally had a direction.

We changed her environment and began following the mold illness recovery protocol we developed for her individual situation.

Within six months, she was symptom-free.

After seven years of watching her struggle, it felt like a complete miracle.

Recognizing her sensitivity to mold changed everything. Without identifying the environmental component of her illness, I could have continued trying to treat individual symptoms without ever addressing one of the most important pieces of the puzzle.

My own illness taught me how complicated chronic disease can become.

My daughter’s illness taught me how important the environment can be.

Together, those experiences completely changed the direction of my life and became a major part of what eventually developed into EndSickness.

Today, when I work with someone who has been sick for years and feels as though nobody understands what is happening to them, I don’t look at them as a collection of isolated symptoms.

I look at the entire story.

Because sometimes the answers we have been searching for aren’t found by looking harder at the same things.

Sometimes we have to start asking completely different questions.