I’m a veteran of heart problems having had cardiac insufficiency due to trauma since the age of 8 and actually had two cardiac arrests at the age of 19. I was told then that there was no chance of a normal life ahead for me. They said I’d live only with the help of drugs to keep my heart beating regularly enough, and things like having a baby would be at the risk of death, unlikely anyway as I wouldn’t be able to cope with the increased heart rate that’s part of sex.
One morning a month ago, I woke up earlier than usual and as has happened many times in my life, I felt a herb calling me, telling me to make a ‘Super Nervine’ mix. Now I hate to make treatments without knowing who I am making them for, and moderately confident that they’ll take every last drop too. You see, herbs even if they’re not expensive, my herbs, are precious. I care about every last little while I extract them, how I keep them, I love them, truly. So I hate making mixes if there’s a chance they won’t be used or won’t be used fully.