Losing my mom to suicide ten years ago steamrolled me onto a path of healing. And now, more than ever, I believe we need to take a closer look at mental illness and address the root of our emotional pain in a compassionate and productive manner.
This is for anyone interested in trying plant medicine, or on the flip side, anyone who knows without a doubt that mind-altering drugs aren’t for them, but are curious just the same. My story illuminates that whatever preconceptions you enter with, whatever you think will happen with plant medicine, probably won’t happen at all. But no matter what, you’re going to come out the other side viewing your universe in a completely different light.
I feel, at times, as I navigate through this process called life, well, a bit manic to be honest. Among the choices of what to eat, how to live, and our environmental impacts, I feel as though I’d be a much better benefit to the planet if I found a little hermitage out in the bush, where I could live out my days among nature, consuming and wasting as little as humanly possible.
I am currently mid-way through my 200-hour yoga teacher training, and to say it's been life-changing would be the understatement of the century. I went into the course not knowing if I would even be interested in teaching. All I knew was that the universe was presenting me with a unique opportunity to better myself, and I had to take it.
It's Thanksgiving. What does that mean? That it's officially fall? Well yes, we do have a slight change in the weather from the intense summer heat here in The Bahamas, but there are no leaves changing, no colorful gords decorating my tabletop and no scarecrows being exposed in the decaying remnants of the final corn crops of the season...