How I healed my trauma: Part 3—Psilocybin & Ketamine
I’ll try Magic Mushrooms again when Dolly Parton stops wearing sparkles and wigs.
How I healed my trauma: Part 2—MDMA
I’ve never done MDMA recreationally, so I had no idea what to expect.
How I healed my trauma: Part 1—Experimentation
Over the years, I tried many things to cope with the grief of losing the most important person in my life.
The snobbery of Silicon Valley
We're in The South. A red state full of illiterate, uneducated, religious, deplorable fools who love guns, drink sweet tea and bless people's hearts.
Leaving Los Angeles
If I had known how well things were going to turn out, I would have driven a lot faster.
What the patient wants
Between sobs, Adrienne said, “I can’t be around other sick kids. It’s too depressing.”
Talking to the dead
A Blue Clamp composed of many people holds my aching heart together. What happened to my sister is not okay, it will never be okay, but now I can say, “Adrienne died.”