Polly’s Story

When I was 7 years old I became very ill. I spent an entire year in the hospital and at times was on the brink of death. When I recovered enough to return home, I reveled in being back with my family, animals and friends; so thankful to be alive.

But as the days went on and I started venturing out again, a low, rumbling, uneasiness invaded my body and mind. I had to force myself to go to school. Spending the night with friends was often more torture than fun. Bus trips, visits to relatives, parties, riding in cars with strangers, restaurants, concerts, and holiday festivities were anticipated with dread.

Some days and months were easier than others and some so tough I would have to steel myself and go numb so that I could do what I needed to do. I hid my feelings and made elaborate stories to cover my behavior. Oh, I became so good at hiding and pretending.

“What if…” was a constant statement running through my mind. I had stomach upsets, unsettled bowels, sweats, irregular heartbeats, shakes; my mouth was so dry. Over and over my mind would say, “I’ve got to get out of here, I’ve got to get out of here… how am I going to survive this?”

The days turned into months, then years. I grew up and fell in love. Being engaged and looking forward to wedded bliss should have been a happy and exciting time for me but instead, with the anticipation of my wedding, the sensations of anxiety became overwhelming. Barely able to eat, by my wedding day I weighed 87 lbs.


During my pregnancy and after the birth of my first child, the symptoms almost disappeared. It was a good time and I thought that those anxious feelings had left me for good. But several years later I crashed again. I could no longer leave my home or take care of my family.

When I became pregnant again, my symptoms increased. Doing my best to accept my fate, I made a pact with myself that I would make it through just this one day and accomplish at least one thing I was proud of during that day. Sometimes it was only to scrub the floor but I always did it.

My husband became a doctor. I longed to be a doctor too but there was no way – how could I take care of others if I couldn’t take care of myself. Over and over I prayed for an answer, but none came. I made a bargain with God and said, “Dear God, if you help me get well, I promise I will help others who are suffering like me.”

My husband became a specialist in treating internal disorders with an emphasis on diet, exercise and nutrition. He achieved excellent results with his patients, and as his reputation for success increased. Patients came to him from as far away as Egypt… but there was still no help for me. In desperation, I tried everything – cognitive therapy, hypnosis, rapid eye therapy, prayer, relaxation, behavioral modification, biofeedback, energy therapy, acupuncture. I even tried pharmaceutical drugs, but except for very limited success with Xanax, every drug I tried just made me feel worse.

And then, our youngest son Josh started having panic attacks and depression. I knew that several other members of my family had suffered most of their lives with symptoms like mine, but none of us knew where to turn for a solution. My husband was able to help so many of his patients with their various issues, why not our own family?

Polly Meyers on a Mexican Cruise

He desperately wanted to help us get relief, so together we pored over research relating to anxiety and panic attacks. I became the guinea pig. And then a wonderful thing happened… in 1996, after over 40 years of suffering, the puzzle pieces came together for me. I felt good. I started to live a normal life. What joy, what relief…I wasn’t crazy!

Thinking that maybe my improvement was a fluke, we started using the system with patients in my husband’s clinic, and “WOW”…they got well too.

Today, I look forward to every day. Going to work is easy. I can wait in traffic lines, cars can pile up in front and behind me trapping me in the drive-thru lane, I can sit in the middle seats of shows, ride with others in cars, eat in restaurants, ride in elevators, and know that I can remain calm and relaxed. My skin doesn’t crawl, my stomach doesn’t twist, and my heart doesn’t pound erratically.

I’ve flown to Canada, Mexico, Hawaii, the Caribbean, and Europe in the last few years. I still stop in wonder at how well I am doing. I sometimes look for those old symptoms as I do things I could not do before and I revel in the peace inside my body and mind.

Because I have the hereditary predisposition to double-react to stress like so many of you I still have times when my body starts talking to me, but now I know what to do to quiet those symptoms, and in just a short time I’m back to normal.


All those years my body had been telling me what it needed and I couldn’t understand (it was speaking a language – but it certainly wasn’t English!). And because I didn’t understand, my body “screamed” louder and louder, begging me to give it what it needed.

Remembering my promise to God to help others like me, I began working with my husband, Dr. Ron Meyers, to create a program to bring help to others suffering from anxiety. Dr. Meyers has developed a simple, easy way for his patients to understand their body’s language, and you’ll learn it too in the BreakFree Program. My husband and I, as well as others who have previously suffered like you, will be there to teach and guide you. BreakFree is clinically proven. Nearly 100% of patients are significantly improved after following the program.

There is no need to suffer for 40 years like I did; you too can regain control of your life and feel good again. This is my “heart project” and here is my promise to you. Order the BreakFree Program and make a commitment to yourself that you will give it a real chance: read, learn, do the lessons and take the nutrients. And then, if for any reason you don’t feel you have made substantial improvement, just send it back and I’ll refund your money…no questions asked. You have nothing to lose but those terrible feelings inside of you!

Take control. Get your life back. You don’t have to be alone in this. Order today. It is time for you to feel good again.


Polly Meyers

Josh’s Story


If you didn’t know me well and just looked at my life from a distance you’d see someone who has led a pretty extraordinary life. As a kid I was really good at racing and won many trophies in bicycle, motorcycle, and go-cart racing. With the go-carts I was sponsored and raced at a very high level. I was the California State Jr. Champion in an Olympic Rifle event. I got a free ticket to train and compete at the US Olympic Training Center in Colorado. In a way it was really great, but the whole time I was dealing with anxiety that took nearly all of the fun out of it.


Anxiety has always been in my life. I had my first panic attack at Disneyland when I was five years old. It was weird for me to explain to myself, let alone others, that I just couldn’t do some things. Spending the night at a friend’s house was the first thing that became hard for me. Not that I wouldn’t try, I had many friends and was always being invited for sleepovers. Every few months I would try again and fight anxiety through the night. Sometimes I would throw up. Sometimes I would shake and cry. And then there would be the times I would fall asleep watching TV and never get anxious. It would be more than two decades before I would find some real measure of comfort and control. During those years things got a lot worse before they began to get better.
In the beginning I simply avoided the situations where I had experienced anxiety. Sleepovers, Japanese restaurants, hotels. I would happily fly a plane, fly on a plane, drive in a car with unfamiliar people, go out on a fishing boat, I just never realized that these situations could produce anxiety. All the while I was compensating for the abuse my ego was taking from having anxiety by doing these amazing things. I was constantly reminding myself that I was courageous, successful, and capable.

At the peak of this behavior, I drove from California to Idaho to fly alongside the 1997 US Paragliding National Championships. Every day the turbulence would cause my canopy to collapse and I would fall and Josh with family at Disneyland the scene of his first panic attack (2006)spin until I was able to correct and continue racing. Nearly everyday of the competition the turbulence would cause someone’s paraglider to become so tangled that they had to throw their backup parachute to survive. One day, I was so busy staying alive that I never knew a fellow paraglider had died a few hundred feet beneath me.


My point to all of this is, if it were simply a matter of bravery that would get one past anxiety disorder, I would have beaten this a long time ago. In fact, I probably contradict any stereotype people have about those who have panic attacks. I am social, extroverted, and courageous—sometimes to the point of stupidity. I forget the trauma of things quickly and am willing to try things again and again. I am adventurous, try new things constantly, and have always had success in dating and friendships.

When I was twenty-three, I started my steep decline. A sort of vague depression had fallen over my life. While riding a motorcycle, I had gotten careless, had an accident, and needed surgery to repair a severely broken bone. I did not do well with the anesthesia. I swear I could taste it at random moments for months afterward. The wrist injury limited the way that I could exercise, and the depression got slowly worse.

One night, out with friends, I had the worst panic attack of my life. It was as if there was a constant scream in my body and brain that wouldn’t stop. My heart was racing; my fingers were cold and sweating. It wasn’t the physical feelings that were so frightening; it was the mental breakdown that was terrifying. It was as if my brain was an incoherent blur of fear and speed. I could not get a hold of myself. The only thing that made sense was to flee. For the first time in my life running away was probably a really good idea.

The thirty-minute drive home took forever. When I got home, things didn’t get much better. It was as if I was a bell that had been rung that would not stop ringing. The illusion that there was a safe place was destroyed. It was finally clear that my anxiety came from within and that I had always been fooling myself into thinking the causes were external. This was a terrifying realization. The source of all of my fear was inside me. I realized I could never run from myself. It would be five years of near constant anxiety before I would begin to feel better.

Being pummeled like I was for so long was cause for me to question everything. “What had I done to deserve this?” “Have I paid enough?” “Does God hate me?” “Is there no God, and will I just disappear into this horrible disorder?” “Will I go to an insane asylum?” “Will the rest of my life look like this?” “ Do I want to live if this will never end?” Pretty heavy stuff, but everyone who has struggled like I have has felt and thought nearly all of the things that went through my mind.

For me, my weight was a tangible measure of how I was doing. When I felt better, I could eat. When I felt worse, I could not. I started this process at 185 pounds and month-by-month the pounds slowly slipped away. After two years I was down to 140 and still dropping. My body was consuming itself and there was nothing that I could do. I hoped that if I could only find that one big “why” I could turn everything around.

My life was such constant suffering that one day I opened the phonebook and found a psychologist. I was 127 pounds and really scared. He politely listened to me for forty-five minutes and surprisingly said, “Sounds chemical, biological, there isn’t much I can do for you. You should try medication.”

Josh flying freeIt turned out that a very experienced psychiatrist lived nearby. She was this unassuming Japanese-Hawaiian woman with a kind of understated approach that put me at ease. She listened very carefully and asked thoughtful questions. She gave me a prescription to help me eat and sleep. My appetite came back with a vengeance. I gained ten pounds that first week.

Even with this huge turnaround, my life was far from normal. I was still of the mindset that there was one answer, one big thing that would cure me. I thought that a drug would be my big answer. The reality was that I needed to make many small changes in my life. It turned out that the answers I needed were even closer than the psychiatrist down the street.

My father is a doctor and my mother has anxiety disorder. All this time, while I was struggling, my parents were working on BreakFree, a comprehensive education and nutrition-based program that looked at anxiety in a way that I had not. After much research they had come to believe that anxiety was a genetic condition that could be mostly managed by replenishing basic nutrients in the body, monitoring carefully what we eat, when we eat, and what we put in our bodies. About four years into my really dark time, seeing the great success my mother and my father’s patients were having, I finally gave their ideas a try. In a very short time, I began to feel better.

Looking back on all of this, I realize now, using the skills that took me years to learn and following the BreakFree Program would have only taken a few weeks, even at my lowest point, to get my life back. Without the knowledge—things seem impossible. With the knowledge—things seem easy.

Josh and Family 2010

It took me years to undo the twenty years of struggling and five years of extreme suffering. But I was learning everything without a guide, without someone who had walked my same path and was teaching and encouraging me. Now I am that person for others. I feel profound joy in knowing that I have really made a difference in many peoples lives.

This may be hard to believe, but I am glad to have gone through what I have. Today I help people suffering from anxiety and depression to live again. My mistakes help me understand what they are going through and my experiences help me guide them towards the right answers.

When people talk to me they know right away that I have been there. It seems to change the discussion totally. It creates a trust and openness that is very hard to find with someone who hasn’t suffered. When people see that I survived and that today I live a healthy, happy and productive life, people often feel real hope for the first time.

Dr. Ron Meyers’ Bio (5-1-1946 to 5-9-2014)


Curriculum Vitae and Professional Biography
James R Meyers, B.A, B.S, M.A., M.S., DC.
Director, Dr Ron Meyers’ Wellness Clinic September 2005 to present.

PAST POSITION: Founder and Clinic Director, Ramona Chiropractic Clinic and the BioScience Nutrition Institute. Specializing in the use of diet, exercise and nutrition for the treatment of internal disorders, infectious diseases, and generalized anxiety disorders. 1981 to September 2005.
Private practice 2005-present.

ADDITIONAL POSITIONS: Consultant to the clinical nutrition industry specializing in new product development, clinical and laboratory research, scientific advisory/marketing, and consumer product training. 1991 to present.

UNDERGRADUATE EDUCATION: University of California, Berkeley and California State University, San Diego. 1969.

DOCTORATE: Southern California University of Health Sciences, 1979.

TEACHING POSITIONS: California State University, San Diego and Grossmont College.

PUBLICATIONS: Super Foods for a Lifetime of Health, BreakFree Program for Anxiety, Panic Disorder and Depression, Big D, Little d Theory, as well as numerous other booklets, articles and tapes, as well as a monthly newsletter, Dr. Meyers Help Yourself Health News.

PROFESSIONAL PAPERS: Invited to present papers on Hepatitis C, before the World Health Organization, 1999, and the American Public Health Association, 2000.

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