Fenugreek, paranoia, and a hidden cure

Five years ago, life got weird. Before 2020, I was just a homeschool mom, researching and writing about nutrition insights in my spare time.

I found myself really hyper after I started to eat toasted fenugreek seeds. 

I got a lot of robo-phone calls trying to sell me extended warranties. Instapundit, a blog I had followed for a decade, started to have comments that appeared to refer to things going on in my life. 

Then, as the world watched COVID advance and close everything down, I blogged and posted repeatedly on social media about glucosamine and its possible role in helping heal from respiratory illnesses before they progress to pneumonia.

The robo-phone calls kept coming, and after the calls, I suffered from paranoia episodes. Some were very frightening. Finally, I checked myself into mental health in-patient care. After more than a week, I was able to come home. I had been prescribed Seroquel, which I took for a few days. But then insidious thoughts of suicide started to float around in my mind. Because I knew that suicidal thoughts are a common side effect of Seroquel and similar pharmaceuticals, I stopped taking the Seroquel.

I continued to float around in a semi-paranoid but functional-enough state while the USA shut down for COVID. My spouse worked from home, I homeschooled (like everyone else in the country, but it was basically our usual routine), and I cried and dealt with anxiety-causing delusions on my own time when the rest of my family was occupied with other things.

Then it was Passover time. We celebrated it as a cultural, educational event, and to be more authentic, we included foods imported from Israel. My cry of "Hosanna!" ("God save us!") was one of the most devout things I've ever said at the dinner table.

Two hours after we ate our Passover meal, the delusions I'd been suffering quietly started to lift. I was able to talk to my husband about what was going on, and the next morning when I woke up, the paranoia was gone. For the first time in two months, I wasn't paranoid.

Over the next seven months, I was able to narrow down the trigger for my sudden, non-pharmaceutical release from paranoid delusions. It was the matzoh crackers--kosher but not certified for a Passover dinner--imported from Israel.

Fenugreek is common in the middle East and south Asia. I think it's likely that some people in the middle East have known and even weaponized toasted fenugreek's ability to mess with mental states. Perhaps it explains the two phases of life of the founder of Islam, for those who have studied the difference between his Mecca and Medina stages. I similarly think that some people have figured out how to counteract fenugreek's potential harmfulness and that I benefitted from their knowledge when I ate Israeli matzoh crackers. I now avoid all maple flavoring (it can be made by boiling fenugreek seeds) and fenugreek, and I haven't had a recurrence of the paranoia I experienced in 2020.