In the year following weaning my first child from breastfeeding, I visited a naturopath, an internist, an acupuncturist, a massage therapist, an energy healer, a talk therapist, and, most earnestly, my local pelvic floor expert, self-dubbed the “vagina whisperer” for an energetic yoni reading.
I drank herbal tinctures, flower remedies, teas, adaptogens, and multivitamins. I had my blood work again and again, took an iron supplement, and was told my adrenals were on the verge of collapse. I was prescribed cortisol which I threw away seconds after paying for it because the pharmacist explained I could die if I suddenly stopped taking it, sending my already sky-high anxiety into crippling overdrive.
