Once upon a time in 2014, I stumbled into the Whole Foods homeopathic section and found myself surrounded by natural antidepressants, African healing soaps, and pills curing everything from bloating to night terrors. Overwhelmed by options, I took the Bill O'Reilly "F*ck it, we'll do it live!" approach and bought everything I could get my greasy little paws on and wrote about it.
This week I went back for round two. Over the course of seven days, I experimented with their potions and tonics and recorded my thoughts, feelings, and reactions in my secret journal.
When the week ended, I locked away my tonics and stuck them in a gargantuan warehouse à la the last scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark, because I'm starting to get tired of this sh*t.