When life comes to a sudden halt,
... something inside you freezes as well. In April two thousand thirteen, I heard a diagnosis I never imagined would be mine: rheumatoid arthritis. At fifty-two years old, after a lifetime devoted to movement, the body, and energy, those words disoriented me in a way I did not know how to manage. It felt as though everything I knew was suddenly insufficient to understand what was happening inside me.
For a long time, I chose silence. Only my family knew what was happening with my hands and with my strength. I avoided letting others notice, covered my hands with long sleeves, and leaned on my smile to maintain an appearance of normalcy. My face, my hair, and my clothes suggested everything was fine, but my hands told a very different story.
As time passed, the symptoms progressed and my daily life changed completely. Simple actions such as squeezing a tube of toothpaste, brushing my hair, opening a doorknob, or fastening a bra became impossible. There were moments when I needed help with everything: getting dressed, cooking, drying my hair, even getting in and out of the car. My knees lost strength, my elbows could not tolerate resting on a table, my fingers no longer responded. It felt as if my body was shutting down while my mind struggled to keep going.
Eventually, I understood something I did not want to admit. I had drifted away from myself.
That realization was even harder to accept because the path that had shaped my entire life: a deep understanding of energy, magnets, nutrition, movement, and the observation of the body as an integrated system. That knowledge had been my foundation since childhood. I grew up hearing my father say, “we are energy,” and I devoted my professional life to studying that principle from every possible angle-living it, teaching it, and applying it..
And here is something that needs to be said:
I never stopped using my magnets, never stopped taking my supplements, never stopped receiving adjustments, never stopped laser therapy. Never.
I used them during the day and at night. I slept with them. Thanks to that routine, I was able to keep working. Thanks to it, I kept functioning, even when I was very unwell.
I kept my routine; I simply never stopped.
I never gave myself permission to rest.
I never slowed down.
I never made myself a priority.
I was consumed by stress, excess responsibility, administrative work, the computer, lack of rest, and the constant pressure of holding everything together.
I did not abandon my physical tools, but I drifted away from myself. I stopped listening to my body. I stopped tending to my energy. I stopped returning to my center.
It was not a visible abandonment.
It was a silent one.
That was my lowest point. And as painful as it was to admit, that is where my awakening began.
When I was working full-time in the clinic, before the illness, I received PEMF therapy once a week for twenty minutes. I later looked for home-based alternatives and obtained my first PEMF device, but I did not integrate it with the awareness and consistency I now understand were necessary. It was not a lack of knowledge. It was a lack of energy.
My hands gradually began to deviate… and when I realized what was happening, it was already too late.
Everything changed when I decided to stop.
Not out of surrender,
but out of necessity.
Out of survival.
Out of truth.
I stopped and looked at my life as a whole. I recognized that I had continued functioning thanks to my tools, but without recharging my deeper energetic system. And that was when I understood what I was truly missing: to re-energize myself, to return to energy, to return to myself.
I began to integrate PEMF consciously, combining it with my magnets in daily thirty-minute sessions. As I regained awareness of how this therapy affected my body, I increased the sessions to several times a day.
It was then, in January two thousand twenty-one, that The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle, the Silva Mind Control course, and later You Are the Placebo by Joe Dispenza came into my life. They did not teach me anything new; they reminded me of what I already knew, what I had carried within me since childhood, what my father had always told me: we are energy.
That was when I clearly understood that what I had lost was not knowledge.
It was presence.
It was silence.
It was vital energy.
That is what I recovered when I began to meditate daily on my static magnetic therapy and PEMF. Deep, consistent sessions in which, for the first time in a long while, my body and mind began communicating with each other again.
That integration was not magic or coincidence. It was a reunion. A return to my essence. A reminder that the body seeks balance when we provide the right conditions for it to do so.
And that is what I finally did: I stopped, I listened, and I returned to myself.
In May two thousand twenty-two, I added Qi-gong to my daily routine and began to see tangible changes: greater mobility, increased vitality, and the ability to perform movements I had avoided for years. I regained physical flexibility, but also emotional clarity. I understood that rheumatoid arthritis did not arrive to punish me, but to stop me long enough to force me to listen to what I had ignored for far too long.
Today, I maintain a solid routine that I do not compromise:
Static and pulsed biomagnetism, supplements, nutrition, chiropractic care, meditation, Qi-gong and, at times, laser therapy. That combination became my way of honoring myself. No longer from urgency or fear, but from coherence.
I have lived through difficult, painful, and deeply challenging moments, but I have also experienced a transformation I never imagined. I continue healing every day. And while my hands tell a story of struggle, they also tell a story of return. I came back to what is essential. I came back to myself.
I know I am not the only one who has felt fear after a diagnosis. I know there are others who have hidden or judged themselves for not knowing what to do. To each of them, I want to say this: getting lost does not mean failing. Sometimes getting lost is the first step toward truly finding yourself and discovering that what you already knew was, in fact, the truth.
My story does not end with rheumatoid arthritis. Nor did it begin there. But it led me to a much deeper place. It led me to remember who I am and what energy guides me. It led me back to the same strength I have defended my entire life and that, for a while, I set aside without realizing it.
I share my story today because I feel at peace with this journey. And if this testimony can offer hope, clarity, or companionship to someone who needs it, then every step of this path has been worth it.
With magnetic energy,
Dr. Irma Sierra
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