Finally, a Calmer You. Naturally.

I'm 58 and the greenhouse had turned into somewhere I walked past. I'd get home from work with nothing left and the couch was as far as I got. Everything I used to do on a Saturday just stopped happening and I told myself that was my age now.

Three weeks in, the first thing my husband said was that the shadows under my eyes had gone. That's the bit I notice too, in the mirror in the morning. And by the weekend there's something left in me. Took this on the Sunday I finally got back out there.

Two months in. This is me at six in the evening, which used to be the hour I dreaded, because by mid afternoon the waistband was digging in and I'd have the top button undone under my desk. Same breakfast, same lunch, made no difference. I'd cut out gluten, then dairy, then late dinners. Turns out it wasnt the food. I've stopped changing into something loose the second I walk in the door.

My eight-year-old asked me why I always looked tired.

That one sat with me for weeks. I was sleeping, or I thought I was, but I'd wake up four or five times and start the day already behind.

I'm on my third bottle now. Friday nights we do face masks and eye patches, which she is convinced she invented, and I'm awake enough to enjoy it instead of counting the minutes until she goes to bed.

My daughter took this and told me I seem like myself again. She's right. Somewhere in the last couple years I stopped recognizing myself. Snapping at people who didn't deserve it, crying at commercials, tired all day and wide awake at midnight. I gave it two months before I let myself have an opinion. The change was never dramatic and that's exactly why I trust it. I'm just less on a hair trigger. I laugh more.

Four girls, and by the time dinner came round I had nothing left for any of them. The noise I loved in the morning had my chest tight by five.

Evenings are the part that changed. We were all piled up with the cat on Sunday and I noticed I wasn't waiting for it to be over. Ten weeks and that is the whole of it.

Been taking it about six weeks. I'm on my feet behind a chair all day and by the afternoon my face was so puffy I stopped letting anyone photograph me in the salon. Jaw clenched, shoulders up by my ears.

Last Saturday I got through a full day without that wired, shaky feeling, and I did not think twice about the camera.

I used to sit in the grocery store parking lot for ten minutes before going in, just to have ten minutes where nobody needed anything from me. And then feel guilty about that too.

Drop-off, work, pickup, dinner. The car was the only place I could breathe.

It's not the only place anymore, and that's the change. I get where I'm going without the knot in my chest.

Been using it for about three months and the 3pm crash is the thing that went. I used to stand in this kitchen at three in the afternoon eating whatever was in the cupboard just to make it to dinner, then be wired at eleven.

I'm not bouncing off the walls with energy. It's more that the floor stopped dropping out from under me.

Two boys under five and a job I do from home. For about a year I was getting through on coffee and then lying awake at midnight with my heart going.

My sister took this one at my nephew's birthday and I remember thinking I looked like somebody holding it together with both hands. Four months on and the boys get the better half of me now instead of whatever was left at 7pm.

The bottle lives beside my keys, which is honestly the only reason I take it. If it went in a cupboard I'd have quit inside a week.

I started over the holidays on purpose, because that is when I come apart. My mother stays with us, the house is full, and by the second week I'm short with everyone and running on four hours.

This was me heading out the door on one of those days, and I was fine. My sister asked what I was on.