I'm Sick and Tired of Being Tired and Sick

AKA I wish I lived like a monk, but in order to do that I have to be that monk. I'm 33 years old and I'm not getting any younger; my gynecologist told me a couple of years ago (the first time I met her, actually) that "Once you hit 30 you unlock your new routine sickness for life", and mine is digestion issues. Nothing surprising as I've always had anxiety-induced nausea ever since I was in elementary school1, at some point the whole system was bound to collapse. I don't eat especially bad so at least that's one less thing to worry about, but my recent blood tests have highlighted deficiencies connected to vitamins I am absolutely getting through food. Now, that's a bit concerning. I've lived most of my life being told my issues were psychosomatic, to which I replied "Then what can we do to solve the core issue?" and you might guess what the answer was. Just stop feeling bad, no? You're too stressed. Stop being stressed. Fuck off! Anyway, I'm not here to complain. I'm here to do what…