I am very proud of myself. The swallowing phobia may have been one of the most difficult of the many challenges related to my former mental illness. Two years ago I could still barely eat mashed potatoes. Now I'm chowing down on Wendy's. Now I'm getting fat and I can't even mind that much!

I may have to cut back on my St. John's Wort intake. I thought there was no upper limit, but I may be wrong. The recommended dose is three capsules a day. I take 10 a day. I fear it may be decreasing my sex drive. I may have to slowly taper down to a more manageable six capsules a day. Perhaps Ginkgo Biloba and Ginseng can pick up the rest of the slack, no pun intended. Or perhaps I can very gradually phase out St. John's Wort and experiement with SAMe as a substitute.

Either way I will always love St. John's Wort. I am worshipful of that herb. That herb gave me my life back. It at least cleared me up enough to help me deal with the many problems I had.

I love that herb. I consider it to be a friend. But soon it may be time to gradually switch up my routine.