There’s something sacred about a Mental Health Day. The calendar marks it, the work emails pile up, and yet—somehow—you make it happen. Today, I declared it mine. No Zoom calls, no spreadsheets, no passive-aggressive Slack pings. Just me, my thoughts, and maybe a little green medicine.
Cue the weed. Not the “panic because you forgot your TPS report” kind—this is the chill, mindful kind. The one that turns your living room into a soft, warm hug and makes the morning light feel like a tiny miracle. The kind that reminds you: it’s okay to pause.
Mental health isn’t just about therapy or meditation apps with soothing voices; sometimes, it’s about giving yourself permission to exist without performance metrics. To inhale slowly. To let your thoughts float by like clouds. To realize your dog has always been your most honest therapist.
I rolled one up (because, yes, preparation is self-care) and sat back. Every puff was a small rebellion against the culture of constant hustle. And honestly? It worked. Anxiety? Laughed itself out of the room. Stress? Went on a coffee break and didn’t come back. Creativity? Tiptoed in wearing neon socks.
By the time I got up to refill my water glass, I realized something: Mental Health Day isn’t just about mental health. It’s about reclaiming your time, your energy, your joy. And if a little cannabis helps you get there, well… consider it part of the toolkit.
So here’s to Mental Health Day. To naps, walks, hot showers, journaling, or whatever it is that makes you feel human again. And yes—to the green little helpers that make the ride a little softer, the sky a little bluer, and your brain a little lighter.
Because sometimes, the best therapy is a little self-love…and a well-rolled joint.
Keep it weird,
