Weed didn’t suddenly become evil. It just stopped feeling the same. Somewhere between finishing school, losing structure, and trying to soften loneliness, a nightly ritual turned into quiet regulation. This is a piece about potency, protection, and what happens when your body matures before your identity does.
Tag: Shadow Work
Shadow Work in a Liminal Season
There are phases of life where nothing obvious is happening, yet everything is changing. No dramatic milestones.No new relationships.No big announcements. Just long mornings. Slow afternoons. Time spent in bed thinking. Remembering. Reorganizing memories like old photographs spread across the floor. For a long time, I thought these periods meant life had paused. Now I… Continue reading Shadow Work in a Liminal Season
I don’t engage with people who cannot communicate respectfully.
A quiet boundary learned through experience: respect is not negotiable. Sometimes maturity isn’t arguing or explaining — it’s calmly disengaging when communication loses respect.