by Heather McClaire | September 28, 2020 |
I am not shy or embarrassed to admit that I used to be addicted to sleeping pills. It seemed that once I hit 50, and following my horrific car accident, I could no longer sleep or find comfort—at all. Fast forward 10 years later, I was hooked on Ambien. The problem, though, was that the drug quit working. Not only did my body become dependent on the sleeping pill, but it also got used to it, meaning my tolerance was so high that I was popping Ambien left and right, but still not sleeping. I did not know what I was going to do. All I could do was cry and feel sorry for myself.
To say I was scared is an understatement. I was petrified. I was like a zombie; I wasn’t living.
It never failed, night after night, I would lie in bed begging for sleep that never came. Wide awake, feet twitching, I would try to pass the time. Nothing worked or put me at ease because I knew morning would come all too soon, and I would be left feeling cranky, frustrated, and completely exhausted. In a word, I was helpless. The sleeping pills I had relied on for so many years were not putting me to sleep, and coffee was no longer doing its part to keep me alert. I was going through life in a weird haze, and I knew I could not do it much longer.
Desperate for help and change, I finally found an all-natural, healthy remedy—and just in time!
My friends and family sympathized with my condition, but they did not fully grasp what I was experiencing. They were familiar with insomnia, but because they did not have it, they did not understand just how badly my mind and body were depleting. Each day, I was becoming more and more forgetful—once, I could not even remember my own daughter’s name. I became prone to accidents, like bumping into walls, even falling down at times; due to the dark circles under my eyes and splotching skin, I looked like I was a woman nearing 80 . . . and then the heart palpitations started. I had no energy, and I wasn’t enjoying life. In fact, I hated it. I had turned into a bitter, old woman, who no one wanted to be around.
My mind, body, and health could not take any more. I knew the worst was going to happen if I didn’t find a solution.
I was not about to try another type or brand of sleeping pill. I was already addicted to Ambien, and that was not working. Not only did I need to kick this unsafe and unhealthy habit, but I needed to find something pure and natural that would actually work and allow me to sleep peacefully each night. I was at a total loss, though.
Finally, a miracle happened. I was having lunch with an old friend, except there was nothing old about her. This woman was my age—in her early 60s—but looked years and years younger. She had great skin, a constant smile, bag-free eyes, and enough energy to run a marathon. I was desperate to learn her regimen. Whatever she was using or doing, I had to know.