Intro: Author's Note
I never anticipated writing a work of non-fiction. Especially something akin to a memoir. After all, I am a writer of fiction.
I’ve never had a desire to explain to the world who I am. External validation is not my currency.
I make things. That’s what I have to offer.
Sometimes it’s a painting. Sometimes it’s a novel. But it is with these creations that my soul is revealed. If you look closely enough, it’s all there. Every thread of who I am. Maybe you dig it. Maybe you don’t. Both are okay.
Over the last couple years, broken pieces of my life have begun to mend. And I have a mushroom to thank. As these chapters unfold, may they serve as a record.
Something akin to a memoir.
The experiences contained within come from a place of hope. Psilocybin mushrooms may be considered drug use by some. But to others, medication. Though illegal (for now), there is nothing nefarious to be found here. Nothing dangerous or dirty. Just a bipolar girl trying to save her own life.
And succeeding.
No shame.
No embarrassment.
No judgment.
I never thought I’d write a memoir. But things are different now. Because when you stumble onto something that unexpectedly saves your life, and might just save the lives of others, you want to grab the megaphone and shout it from the rooftop.
Welcome to my rooftop.
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