Brittany gets witch-level honest in her essay detailing hope, hurt, cannabis, and living with Bipolar + Borderline.Read More
Welcome to Life with Chronic Illness. We live in a society where if an animal has endured suffering, the masses come running; yet when a human falls ill and endures suffering, often they’re told to just be stronger?
We’re conditioned from a very young age to push through whatever life throws us; at least I was. But what if the obstacles can’t be moved? What if the obstacles, many of which cause daily, unfathomable pain, never go away? Welcome to life with chronic illness.
Before illness took over my life, I was living the dream. I was a career woman on top of my field, checking off the boxes society puts forth. Nothing could stop me, or so I thought. As my disability progressed, my limitations grew more and more and eventually, my career and life as I knew it was completely gone. I went doctor after doctor thinking there has to be a way to help me, to fix me, but unfortunately there were no fixes and little help. I am in fact permanently disabled.
Being chronically ill is a full time job, except without the pay and no off time. Each and every second of the day my life is consumed with pain and taking care of myself, to the best of my ability. For many daily tasks, I need assistance and I often have to wait till someone is home to do certain things, for instance, like safely shower.Read More
Today I am alive, well, and sober over 10 years because of cannabis.
Speaking properly, I use cannabis as a medication-assisted-treatment (MAT), also known as harm-reduction therapy for my substance use disorder. Not only does cannabis maintain my sobriety, it also aides my chronic back pain and debilitating panic attacks.
As a young child, I encountered severe emotional/verbal abuse and suffered multiple incidents of sexual abuse. My addictive behaviors began soon after, at around 10 years old. I would sneak wine out of the refrigerator at night and would steal cigarettes whenever I had the chance. At 15 years old, I was forced out of a long running soccer career by fracturing my lower back during a game. I was left with persistent pain and a lost identity, which sent my substance use disorder into hyper-speed.Read More
Ivoree is a self-healing enthusiast and mental health advocate based in Oceanside, Ca.. Read along as she gets way down, gut-level honest in this self-love anecdote.
❃ 𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕜 ❃ 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕤 ❃ 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 ❃
Sam ives in Las Vegas where she manages a local dispensary.
Cool facts about her include: participating in 2 World Club Crew Championships, she helped raise 1 million dollars for the victims of the Oct. 1, 2017 Las Vegas shooting. She’s also a St. Jude board member for the Las Vegas Run/Walk and coaches a women’s veterans paddling team.Read More
As our plane landed on a Las Vegas tarmac in January 2018, I stared at all the lights from the window just knowing that from that point on, my life was going to change forever.
I was there to marry my best-friend and soul mate. For better or worse. In sickness, and in health. But there’s no cure for my condition, so there was no getting better. It was just sickness, and no hope for better health. At least that's what the medical community told me and I believed them. I had no hope, until on that trip, everything changed.Read More
In February 2017 I became a medical cannabis patient and this past year I joined the Natural Wellness Academy as a mentor and teacher, specializing in their Cannabis Coaching Course & the Health and Life Coach Course.I know what it's like to have so many questions about cannabis, health and life, while not knowing where to start looking for information. I know what it's like to feel overwhelmed with opinions, books, links and outside influence, while wanting to do what's right for you because everything else you have tried is NOT working! Lady Nowe's mission is to provide clear, professional and purposeful information, resources, yoga and coaching that adds quality to your "life" and "style" that aligns with your internal influence so you feel empowered by your evolving integrations and choices.
Reach out, say hi and I look forward to seeing you in class or working with you 1x1!Read More
It had been a year and a half since I learned about the pay-gap in my salary, an experience that left me in an incredibly dark space marked by: lack of sleep, severe anxiety, and a deep disappointment in both myself and a company that I had trusted dearly since starting as a 21-year old intern. I tried everything from taking melatonin to switching up my diet, but nothing seemed to help until I started experimenting with CBD and cannabis.
Colombian born Sarah gets deeply personal in this collection of love letters.Read More
Karli opens up about perfectionism, anxiety, and her road to lifestyle photography after a gauntlet of hurdles in the “boys club of cannabis”.Read More
Like a majority of the population, I was raised to think that the flower was pure evil, yet as I grew older, I also grew more curious about the plant. I had heard so much about. And, like any woman drawn to things others might be afraid of, I’m on a journey to educate myself and my community about this sacred plant: cannabis. For me, it’s personal.Read More
I was born and raised in a small town in the state of Sonora, Mexico, where my family and I lived with my abuelos. My Nana Amalia was my favorite person in the world. She grew beautiful cannabis plants, which she used to make her own tinctures and oils.
HER GARDEN WAS HER MEDICINE. SHE WAS A NURTURER, A HEALER, AN EMPATH, AND A LUCHADORA.
My family immigrated to the US when I was five, and it took a huge toll on me. I was away from my nana— and she was my everything. The move was overwhelming to say the least. I was immersed into school and I spoke absolutely zero English. It was terrifying. Then from the ages of six to seven, I experienced severe trauma that would forever change me. Shortly after that, my family began our citizenship process, which meant we weren’t allowed to return to Mexico (and wouldn’t be able for many, many years to come). I was alone with my trauma.Read More