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Let’s get one thing straight: supplements are just that—supplements. They’re meant to support what you’re missing in your diet and lifestyle, not replace every basic bodily function like they’re magic pills from a sci-fi movie.
When I first started this whole wellness journey 15+ years ago (yes, I’ve been crunching kale and swigging bone broth since before it was cool), I began where any sane person should: with food and lifestyle. Real food. Real movement. Real sunshine. Real connection. Real AF.
But life got messy. My mental health took a nosedive, and instead of slowing down and actually healing, I reached for anything and everything that promised quick fixes and faux happiness. Spoiler alert: it didn’t work. Because guess what? You can’t out-supplement self-sabotage. And no amount of maca powder, mushroom elixirs, or collagen peptides are going to fill the void that comes from not facing your shit.
And let’s talk about the advertising hellscape we live in, shall we? Every time I opened my phone—boom! Another ad. Another influencer swearing that this $89.99 supplement was the final missing puzzle piece to my hormone harmony, mental clarity, or digestive utopia. It’s so easy to get lost in those ads they keep jamming into your eyes every time you scroll.
And yep—I fell for it. I bought it. Hook, line, and turmeric capsule.
I got lost in the land of wellness woo-woo, folks.
At one point, I was popping pills like they were Skittles—prebiotics, postbiotics, probiotics, mood boosters, hormone balancers, adrenal support, and whatever the latest shiny trend was. I was basically building a supplement shrine in my kitchen.
But here’s the plot twist: I finally did the work. I stopped running from myself. I faced my demons (hi, sobriety 👋🏼), went to therapy, journaled like a madwoman, sat with my discomfort, and actually healed. Like, really healed. From the inside out. No fluff. No band-aids. Just me, the truth, and a whole lotta uncomfortable self-reflection.
And now? I’m done. Yup. You heard that right. This Wellness Blondie is breaking up with her supplement drawer. (Which, let’s be honest, was starting to look more like a poorly managed apothecary shop.)
What am I keeping?
✨ DIM – because my hormones are vibing now and she helps keep the peace.
✨ Electrolytes – because hydration is non-negotiable, especially when I’m sweating it out in my infrared sauna like a goddess.
✨ Magnesium – for sleep, stress, and sanity.
And the rest? GONE. Buh-bye. Don’t let the recyclable cap hit you on the way out.
No more pre, pro, or postbiotics. No more experimental herbs that promise to give me the energy of a toddler and the skin of a baby dolphin. No more throwing $40 bottles at symptoms I created by ignoring my body in the first place.
I was chasing balance with chaos.
Now that I’ve had over a year sober and my body’s had space to actually breathe, I’m letting my system do what it’s meant to do—on its own. With real food. Deep rest. Sunlight. Fresh air. And peace.
So if you’re where I was—drowning in a sea of supplements and still feeling like crap—it might be time to stop the scroll, step away from the checkout cart, and tune in. Your body might not need more. It might need less. Less noise. Less chaos. Less guessing.
More healing. More stillness. More truth.
And maybe a little sass to get through it all. 😏
If this article slapped you with some much-needed truth (in the best way), share it with your wellness-obsessed bestie, your supplement-stuffed group chat, or that one person who keeps trying to sell you gut powders on Instagram. Let’s stop the scroll and start the healing. 💥