I've always been curious about psychedelics. My drug use is limited to a pot gummy and a couple of hits off my indica vape at bedtime I use it for sleep. Every once in a while, I'll drink a little tequila I have a long history with taking psych meds for depression and anxiety and seizure meds, and I've walked a fine line with trying to be my own doctor at times...hardly ever works out well. I haven't experimented with the "fun" drugs. I have epilepsy so I approach all extras with caution. But a little happy cannabis once in a while is a treat. There are a lot of tempting nuggets in this story that I'd like to hear more about...like a deeper piece about the loss of your baby and the depression you experienced. xo
My friend makes a THC tincture that I take every night -- better than sleeping pills. Thanks Nan, I did write a story about my baby, and that is how Abigail Thomas found me, after reading it. Here it is: https://janemundyconfesses.substack.com/p/i-had-a-son
This is the only story I have written about my son, and it took almost three decades. Writing about Jarret helped a helluva lot -- I think writing about your grief helps; of course, it won't go away, but it fades a bit.
Just read it and left a comment. Kind of similar to what you're saying here. My cousin lost her daughter when she was 17 and had just graduated high school. A car accident sixteen years ago. You never get over it, but you move forward. Never having had children, I can't even imagine that level of grief. A part of you dies with them, doesn't it? xo
That's very true. I didn't think my cousin was going to live after her loss. She didn't either for a while. But she did, and she's found ways to honor her daughter's memory that give her comfort. Carry on, my friend. xo
Wow! I never even thought the idea of Quaaludes was appealing. My friends who were taking them just fell asleep! No visions? No oneness with the cosmos? No traces?!
Like you, Jane, I liked/loved psychedelics.
And now I take an antidepressant and an ADHD drug ( sorry! not Vyanse). Learning to handle myself when stoned — whether it was fun with friends or whether I had to pretend I wasn’t—was an important part of growing up.
And now I wish I could microdose right now! I think I'm a little closer to 70 than you are... I turned fifteen in 1971.
In Canada, magic ‘shrooms is almost legal and seems like half the 20-40 somethings are micro-dosing. I get them delivered by Microgenix, very convenient.
Ah that's lucky then! I'm on the eastern edge of Kansas, close to Missouri (Cannabis is legal, but very little else is), and a long day's drive to Colorado (Cannabis is legal!). But I'm close enough to a Missouri dispensary, just across the state line, that I bought some gummies for sleep and relaxation. Good but wow, the dry mouth!
Fascinating story, Jane.
Your article reminds me of my best friend from high school who was also adventurous. I was always the serious one who loved her unconditionally.
I've always been curious about psychedelics. My drug use is limited to a pot gummy and a couple of hits off my indica vape at bedtime I use it for sleep. Every once in a while, I'll drink a little tequila I have a long history with taking psych meds for depression and anxiety and seizure meds, and I've walked a fine line with trying to be my own doctor at times...hardly ever works out well. I haven't experimented with the "fun" drugs. I have epilepsy so I approach all extras with caution. But a little happy cannabis once in a while is a treat. There are a lot of tempting nuggets in this story that I'd like to hear more about...like a deeper piece about the loss of your baby and the depression you experienced. xo
My friend makes a THC tincture that I take every night -- better than sleeping pills. Thanks Nan, I did write a story about my baby, and that is how Abigail Thomas found me, after reading it. Here it is: https://janemundyconfesses.substack.com/p/i-had-a-son
Thank you, Jane. I will read that story. I'm glad you wrote on it. xo
This is the only story I have written about my son, and it took almost three decades. Writing about Jarret helped a helluva lot -- I think writing about your grief helps; of course, it won't go away, but it fades a bit.
Just read it and left a comment. Kind of similar to what you're saying here. My cousin lost her daughter when she was 17 and had just graduated high school. A car accident sixteen years ago. You never get over it, but you move forward. Never having had children, I can't even imagine that level of grief. A part of you dies with them, doesn't it? xo
so tragic, 17. No, you never do and you're right. But we learn to grow another way.
That's very true. I didn't think my cousin was going to live after her loss. She didn't either for a while. But she did, and she's found ways to honor her daughter's memory that give her comfort. Carry on, my friend. xo
Wow! I never even thought the idea of Quaaludes was appealing. My friends who were taking them just fell asleep! No visions? No oneness with the cosmos? No traces?!
Like you, Jane, I liked/loved psychedelics.
And now I take an antidepressant and an ADHD drug ( sorry! not Vyanse). Learning to handle myself when stoned — whether it was fun with friends or whether I had to pretend I wasn’t—was an important part of growing up.
And now I wish I could microdose right now! I think I'm a little closer to 70 than you are... I turned fifteen in 1971.
In Canada, magic ‘shrooms is almost legal and seems like half the 20-40 somethings are micro-dosing. I get them delivered by Microgenix, very convenient.
Ah that's lucky then! I'm on the eastern edge of Kansas, close to Missouri (Cannabis is legal, but very little else is), and a long day's drive to Colorado (Cannabis is legal!). But I'm close enough to a Missouri dispensary, just across the state line, that I bought some gummies for sleep and relaxation. Good but wow, the dry mouth!
I have 12 pot plants growing in my garden. BC bud rocks!