"At 44, I believed my sex drive was just gone. Like a switch had been flipped and nobody had the key. I grieved it quietly, I didn't even tell my husband how scared I was.

Two doctors. One said 'it's your age.' The other suggested HRT I wasn't ready for. I tried maca for four months. Nothing.

The worst part wasn't the missing desire. It was watching my husband pull away not because he'd stopped loving me, but because he'd stopped believing things would change.

A colleague mentioned Moodie said she and her husband take one each in the morning. I liked that it was something we'd do together rather than another thing I had to fix alone.

By week four, I reached for him. He looked at me like he hadn't looked at me in years. That look alone was worth everything."

"I'm going to be honest because I wish someone had been honest with me three years ago. When your wife stops wanting you, you don't just lose sex. You lose yourself.

I stopped initiating because the rejection was destroying me. I started questioning everything, am I attractive? Does she even see me? I did more around the house, planned weekends away, lost weight. Nothing changed. She had energy for everything except us.

I nearly walked away. Not out of anger. Out of exhaustion.

Moodie was her idea, actually. She saw it and said 'let's try this together.' That sentence meant more than she knows because it meant she saw the problem too.

Five weeks in, she reached for me first. Unprompted. No calendar, no guilt. Just her hand on my arm in bed. I can't explain what that did for me."

"I used to think something was wrong with me. Two kids, full-time job, running a house by 9pm I had nothing left. My husband would reach for me and I'd freeze. Not because I didn't love him. Because my body literally had nothing to give.

He stopped trying. That's the part nobody warns you about. The rejection hurts them but the silence after? That's what nearly broke us.

I'd tried maca, ashwagandha, evening primrose. My GP said 'just make time for date nights.' Useless.

We started taking Moodie together. No awkward conversation. Just a gummy each with breakfast. By week three I felt something I hadn't felt in over a year I actually wanted to be close to him. Not because I should. Because I wanted to."