Good question. I think we'll all never be totally in sync regardless of the scene simply because one (wo)man's hell is obviously another (wo)man's paradise, so to speak. I also think that's a good thing in many instances.
As I've learned more about my health through my experiences, and many other things I never knew I needed to learn, my core beliefs have certainly changed, as my life clearly depended on it.
It's created a huge gap where there once was none in several arenas, but I learned that some of those gaps are very necessary for me to finally be able to enjoy the quality of wellness that I had repeatedly been told wasn't possible and that I'd just have to get used to my suffering. I also vividly remember how crazy I thought the folks trying to share similar helpful messages with me before I was ready to hear them sounded back in the day, and now I'm one of them. lol
In all of my experiences, I've always felt like the odd one out, but I have to say it feels weird as f*ck to still be thought of as way too extreme/out there/weird/whatever you want to call it now that I've found the most healthy and effective ways (for me) ever in managing multiple physical and mental health symptoms I've struggled with for decades.
But, there again, one (wo)man's helpful treatment is very likely another (wo)man's side effect/financial/unproductive/even more harmful hell, so we're back to square one. I'm lucky to have healing folks around who barter, and I try to pay things forward every chance I get, and hopefully do so in the kindest ways possible. I wish I would have had someone share all the stuff I've learned when I was younger...but I've also learned one must reach their own lessons in their own ways and times...all I can really ever do is plant seeds and keep taking good care of self.
I find it a bit sad, sometimes comical, and rather deeply concerning that very few, if any folks were worried about my state of being when I remained morbidly obese suffering from side effects of many meds and tons of endocrine disruptors I was using and breathing/smelling everyday, and remained inwardly miserable for most of my adult life, but now that I'm in both a physically and mentally improved state of being, they openly express concern about protein and shit. lol
My loved ones were some of the main contributors to my misery, unintentionally and unknowingly at the time, as they were also consuming what they'd been taught to be necessary and "safe" to have around and ingest.
I could binge eat like a mofo, drink gallons of soda each day, eat almost a whole half gallon of ice cream late at night, or a whole bag of chips and often go back for seconds and thirds and no one said a damn word other than to repeatedly compliment the chef with a round of belching and burping. Sighs.
Reminds me of the Patch Adams movie about his "excessive happiness". Can't be having that shit, it seems. Ass backwards happenings, from where I stand in the peanut gallery of life, in a less than ideal world. Regardless of where we stand, it is what it is and likely always will be as his-story keeps repeating itself. Cheers!