Mine was a doozer : in my twenties, I left my job, my marriage and my home, became a single mother, and had next to no income. And guess what? I got really sick. I lost about a stone (that's a lot of kg for you young'uns) but not in a feel good way. I felt nauseous most of the time, with constant headaches and an adrenal system that was pretty much non-functional.
I started going to a Naturopath at the Women's Health Centre, who gave me disgusting black liquids that made me feel surprisingly good. I started yoga, which saved my sanity more than once. In fact every time I did it. Because every time I stopped long enough to look at what was happening inside my head, and in my body, I realised I was at a critical breaking point. Slowly yoga became a necessary part of my life, and looking after myself became a practical necessity.
I began to study Naturopathy at Nature Care College in St Leonards, and found out that a whole new world was out there. Slowly my diet changed, and my digestive symptoms (surprise, surprise!) cleared up.
Most of the time I just tried to remember to breathe. Holding your breath is a really bad idea. It's also helpful to remember to drink water. Basic skills you would think, but somehow I managed to be out of the room when they were teaching those ones.
But the most important thing I have gleaned from years of my yoga practice and Naturopathy, is that my physical health relies enormously on my mental health. SO My practice remains, watching my thoughts, stopping my head running away with itself, and doing what any mother would advise you to: eat sensibly, get enough sleep and drink plenty of water. Well, most days anyway!