I had quite a profound moment today with the mushroom, and I felt called to share a piece of that experience with you.

It was my first time trying a small dab of infused honey - a generous gift from a nostr friend. The amount was minimal, but the impact was exactly what I needed, apparently. The experience reminded me of just how powerful psychedelics can be, and more importantly, how much respect they deserve as tools for healing when approached with proper intention.

There's something incredible about these substances and their ability to address spiritual, emotional, and psychological challenges that live deep within us. I won't dive into all the personal revelations and insights that surfaced - the family dynamics, the question of how to provide more value to the people I care about, the endless maze of figuring out how to navigate this overwhelming world we live in…

Psychedelics seem to work directly with your emotional nervous system - that constant internal dialogue happening beneath your conscious awareness. The mushroom forces you to actually listen to those conversations between your emotions that your rational mind can't quite decode or articulate.

When you're in that space, you have to let it all come out. You cry, you sing, you dance, you move, you laugh - your body becomes the vehicle for releasing what I can only describe as emotional constipation. All those feelings and insights your rational mind has been suppressing or simply couldn't process suddenly have a pathway to expression.

That's what happened to me today. In that vulnerable, open state, I was overwhelmed by appreciation and love for everyone close to me in my life. My family, my friends, my interests, my passion for art - everything felt illuminated with gratitude.

Yet simultaneously, I felt that familiar overwhelm about navigating this complex world, always circling back to that persistent question:

How? How do I do this? How do I do that? How do I...?

I know that "how" isn't always the right question to be asking, but I can't seem to stop returning to it.

This has been a long-winded reflection, I know. But I felt moved to be vulnerable and share this experience, partly as a way of expressing my genuine gratitude for everyone here who has respected and supported me along the way. I'm continuously trying to do my best.

Much love and gratitude to all of you.