Happy Anniversary

Today's the 8th anniversary of the first time I tried cannabis. It was in Washington; an edible; and I hated it and panicked. However, I picked it back up a year later, tried again, and worked on my relationship with it. It was with cannabis that I first looked up to the sky and thought, "oh my god,... that is space... that's all of space". Cannabis loosened up my rigid, traumatized mind and eventually I tried shrooms in 2020 which exploded my dissociative state into smithereens. Shrooms has placed me face to face with my self who I buried decades ago in a blur of religious trauma, emotional neglect, and generalized cultural trauma. Fast forward to today, I'm eyeballs deep in my complex trauma recovery work (which I doubt I would have signed up for if I knew it was going to feel like this). I just wrote a 7 page document detailing what kinds of words and actions make me feel loved, things I would have never admitted to before because I had no idea I had thoughts, feelings, or needs. Thanks cannabis and shrooms. Do drugs.