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  • Manufacture: Geneza Pharmaceuticals

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My mind told me Rach and Ezra hated me. It told me that it's in everyone's best interest if I take Freya and just get on a train back to Leeds without them. I put something down and instantly drew a blank, only to become so desperate to remember what I'd forgotten that I'd start rummaging through our bins in tears, upending the house like a mad woman, freaking out. If I could forget where my keys were, could I forget the bigger things? The people I love the most? What if I left the house without the baby? Punching walls in rage when my family is out of view because the level of noise is too much for my brain to process. Hot flushes all day. Is it December in the UK or do I just reside on the actual sun now? Woken by night sweats that drench the sheets. Achy knees like an arthritic old bird. Woken by the startle reflex upwards of five times a night because my mind tells me that the baby is falling off the bed when she isn't even in the room. Sometimes I'd hear the thud of her fall. Clear as day. Cut to the bit where I'm crawling around in the dark, heart racing, searching for a baby to protect or soothe who isn't even there. My trickster brain goes on one. Catastrophizing. Despite how safe and happy Ezra is as I rock the baby in the next room, my head tells me he's falling out of windows or chopping off his fingers with the knife I've just used to slice his grapes. Cortisol levels, UP. I'm silent, I'm tortured, or I'm pyscho. Nothing in between. Ain't nothing Holly or Jolly about this cyclical freakshow, girls.

You get to shed what no longer serves you - the excess weight exhaustion sluggishness sugar/caffeine cravings fear worry frustration panic stress overthinking pain and ALL hormonal imbalances, when the root cause of all this is addressed we get to experience this blissful joyful heavenly epic Earthy life,

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