Will we live our whole lives just hoping that no one will notice what substances we are on?
Fooling only ourselves into believing that there is nothing wrong?
I am old-fashioned; I use only plant-based materials as medicine like caffeine, alcohol, mushrooms, cacti and herbs.
I prescribe pristinely manufactured pills to those who want to smooth out their edges and ills with professional help.
Maybe I am just bitter that I am not privileged enough to partake in prescriptions because I am medically underserved, not brave enough to ask for help, or not self-loving enough to prioritize self-care.
Battle-hardened and road worn, toughing it out like the cowboy I am, I hope that no one notices my coarseness, my panic or manic depression.
On the trail, I blaze.