Publisher's Synopsis
Two weeks after I was diagnosed with PTSD, and seven months after I lost my second little brother to drugs, I found myself lying down on my bed, trippin' on mushrooms, doing everything in my power to gain insight on how to steady the ship. My relationship with my wife was rocky at best, and we were gearing our family up for another long-distance move at a time when the pain and suffering that had been weighing me down for the majority of my adult life was relentless. I couldn't pick myself up out of bed in the morning. I blamed everyone else for all of my problems. The only thing I knew how to do was escape by using cannabis and other psychedelic medicines.
So, that's exactly what I did.
This time, however, I found what I was looking for. Two weeks after my date with magic mushrooms, I started a new project - a running diary that documents my experience micro-dosing psilocybin and lion's mane as a way of better understanding my trauma. What began as a wounded man simply following a 'call, ' turned into one of the most wearying projects of my life, changing me in ways I only dreamed could be true.
