On the seventh morning of a $135 “respiratory cleanse,” I stood in my Atlanta kitchen staring at five bottles of pills and raw vegetables.
The plan required I take pills six times a day for 21 days and eat only raw food. I lasted a week until a friend invited me out, and the thought of ordering salad and water felt more exhausting than my congestion.
I quit that day. Then, I was back to the drawing board again. I felt guilty knowing I’d spent nearly my whole paycheck on organic produce, only to watch it rot in the fridge.
This was one of the many ways I’d been trying to throw money at any solution that might help me manage the symptoms of my…
