Emily, an eternal cynic when it came to a lot of things sleep-related ( which was to be expected seeing just how many had failed her) had long since looked at herbal remedies as myths. If chewing on a piece of root could solve all of her problems, then taking the concentrated thing in pill form would have long ago managed to cure her of the nightmares that plagued her every night.
But now she was desperate, as in, really really desperate, and desperation did to her what it did to most people. It made her begin to doubt her own logic, her own reasoning. It made her look at things that she had always clung to as facts and go…maybe, just maybe I might have been wrong.
Perhaps if I give this wild idea a go, it will help me out. Maybe if I try it I will find that I was just being biased and that I could have been enjoying the benefits of this thing that I have been dismissing for years.
