When I left the corporate cannabis world, I thought I knew this plant inside and out—but nothing prepared me for what I’d discover behind the counter of my own dispensary. Beyond the transactions and terpene charts, I found people. Real people, carrying invisible pain, walking through my doors looking for more than just a buzz—they were seeking peace, clarity, and sometimes, a lifeline. Cannabis, I quickly realized, isn’t just about aches and inflammation. It’s about mental health. It’s about the stories we rarely say out loud. This blog is my attempt to share what I’ve learned—through experience, not theory—about the plant, the people, and the power of telling the truth.

There’s no way to sugarcoat it — I almost didn’t make it. When my marriage fell apart, when my son was taken from me, when everything I had built collapsed in front of me, I hit my lowest point. I stood on the edge, truly believing the world would be better off without me. But somehow, I stayed. And cannabis played a role in that — not as a fix-all, but as a tool for survival.

This post isn’t about glorifying weed. It’s about the raw, messy work of staying alive when life feels unlivable. It’s about finding intention in the ritual, about using cannabis not to escape but to connect — to my breath, to my kids, to whatever fragments of peace I could still find. If you’re on the edge too, I want you to know: there is a way through. Maybe this story helps you feel a little less alone.

This blog isn’t just a story. It’s a lifeline. I’m not here to pretend I’ve figured it all out — I’m still in it. I’ve lost nearly everything I thought made up a "good life"… a marriage, a business, a vision for the future. And yet, here I am, choosing to show up, not just for me but for anyone who’s felt like they’re drowning in silence.

Cannabis has become a part of my healing, not just physically, but spiritually — not as a fix-all, but as a tool for slowing down and facing myself honestly. Through this series, I’m not offering answers. I’m offering truth. Vulnerability. A reminder that pain doesn’t make you broken — it makes you real.

This platform is for the people who are tired of pretending, who’ve hit rock bottom, and who are still somehow hanging on. If that’s you, this space was created with you in mind.