This is about so much more

beyond microdosing

I started this column to document my experience with plant medicine in addressing my mental health. Now, I realize I needed this outlet for something broader. It’s become a way to examine where I’m at and where I’m headed.

Microdosing is only a small puzzle piece in the journey.

When I was ten, I swallowed the fear of being deemed “crazy,” and it grew like weeds inside me. I kept it hidden, digging crescents into my palms with my fingernails, biting the headboard of my childhood bed until deep teeth marks marred the wood, screaming into pillows until my throat ached.