I walked a mile with a rock in my shoe. Turned out to be a cannabis bud…
A change in perspective.
Trying to change the ineffective, stupid and obsolete laws regarding one of the most healing plants on the planet is like walking with rocks in our shoes.
When experience and education are forgot, wisdom can sneak in.
The morning. I rise from cramps in my legs, but the sun is shining.
I smile before I remember my pain…
That tells me I am coming home again.
To myself. My sanctuary, my heart.
I love. That’s all I need be or do.
Love. And breathe.
Alone, surrounded by people who assure me I am not alone. Yet they sit far away.
I am alone because I need help that doesn’t come, help which can make my life easier. Help without strings.
They say we make all our own choices, forgetting so many others are simply messed up from just being alive.
Making decisions in the light of mental psychosis often falls apart.
I want to remember this forever;
Reach out to those that can provide that same support you give, sister. You deserve that.
I am empty, well, full of toxic bullshit, but drained… I can’t imagine one more painful moment.
The vice grip tightens.
You yell at me, spitting your disgust that I am not “just doing something about it”, while you yank my choke chain because I am not doing what you want.