It started with the heat. Omo, the heat! It wasn’t just ‘feeling warm.’ It was a suffocating, rising panic that would start in my chest and just explode.

I remember standing in a board meeting. I was the only woman in the room, about to give my presentation. Suddenly, I felt it. That awful heat. Within 30 seconds, sweat was dripping down my face and the back of my neck. I was fanning myself with my notebook, completely humiliated. I could see the men looking at me, confused. I felt weak.

But the nights… the nights were the worst.

I would wake up at 2 AM completely drenched. As if someone had poured a bucket of water on me. I’d have to get up, change my nightgown, and lay a towel on the sheet. By then, I was wide awake, my heart pounding. And I knew I would be a “zombie” the next day, completely useless.

My husband, Segun, bless him… he tried to be patient.

But I was a different person. I was so irritable, I would snap at him for just breathing too loudly. He’d try to touch me, to hold me, and I would flinch. The dryness made intimacy so painful, I just… avoided him.

One night, he sat at the edge of the bed and said, ‘Funke, what did I do? You act like you hate me.’

My goodness, I burst into tears. I didn’t hate him. I hated this. I hated this new body that wasn’t mine. I went to the doctor, and he just smiled and said, ‘Ah, madam, it’s just the change. You have to manage it.’

‘Manage it?!’ I felt so dismissed. So hopeless.

A few months later, I was at a church meeting, fanning myself as usual. A sister I respect, Yemi, pulled me aside. She said, ‘Sister Funke, I used to be like you. I see you suffering. Please, let me send you something.’

She sent me a pack of Hermona Herbal Tea. I was skeptical. Just tea? But I was desperate.

I drank my first cup that night. It was warm and soothing.

I didn’t expect a miracle, but after about four days, I… I slept. I mean, I really slept. All the way from 10 PM until my 5 AM alarm. I woke up feeling… calm.

I kept taking it. By the end of the second week, I realized I hadn’t woken up in a pool of sweat once.

But the real miracle came about a month in. I was in another long meeting, and I… I was fine. No heat. No panic. I just felt normal.

That evening, I came home, cooked Segun’s favorite meal, and for the first time in years, I was the one who reached for his hand. The peace in my home is back.

Listen to me, my sister. Don’t let anyone tell you this misery is ‘normal’ or something you just have to ‘manage.’ That is a lie. This is a problem, and Hermona Herbal Tea is the solution. I feel like myself again. I feel like Funke again. Please, don’t suffer as I did. Try this tea.”