This year, the bottle of Detoxadine didn’t quite stretch the full 12 months, only lasted about 11, which says a lot considering how consistent I’ve been with it. I’m so used to the stuff now that I barely notice it day to day, until I forget to take it when I’m away. That’s when I feel the difference. I wouldn’t say it gives me some crazy burst of energy, but it does something subtler, something I genuinely rely on. It clears the fog in my head and nudges me into action, even on days when my naturally lazy self would rather not. It keeps me sharp, keeps me moving, and I honestly don’t think I could go without it. No idea exactly how it works, but I know it does.