“The truth is true and all is well. Unconquerable life prevails.” –Martin Exeter
At this point in my life, I am confident that I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for herbal medicine, and if I was here without herbs as a part of my life, I wouldn’t be the woman who you see today. That’s difficult to state, but true.
While herbs are not magical, they can be miraculous.
Herbs saved me from severe depression. There are many nuances when it comes to depression. I suffered from inflammatory-mediated depression induced by a chronic infection and an exhausted endocrine system. I couldn’t think my way out of it. The depression was in my body.
Think about the last time you had the flu; that achy, lethargic feeling where you just go through the motions, surviving the day. I lived like this for four years. Dietary and lifestyle changes helped, but herbs were what turned my situation around.
I am forever grateful for plants. When I look back on my life and examine what happened, nature brought me back to myself, and herbs are a part of nature.
While I am not interested in igniting some sort of evolutionary or theological debate about the origins of humans, what I want to say is that where we live now is very different than where we used to live.
When I look out of the windows of our home, I see woods of cedar trees, and I think to myself, we are from some version of that, so where we live is different than where we are from.
In our modern world, we sleep in square rooms on a square bed.
We cook in square kitchens.
I work in a square office with a square desk.
I walk down a square hallway.
I pick out my clothes from a square drawer in a square closet.
I pee in a square bathroom and bathe in a square tub or shower in a square box.