Why I'm a Mom Who Does Drugs — My Legal Psilocybin Therapy Journey (Part 1)
A few months ago, I laid down on a futon in Denver, drank a glass of orange juice with three grams of psilocybin in it, and spent the entire day tripping balls next to a licensed therapist who took notes for eight hours.
I did it legally. In Colorado. With medical supervision. And it did more for my mental health in one day than six years of therapy, antidepressants, ADHD medication, and every self-help book I've ever read had done combined.
This is the episode I've been quietly wanting to make for months.
In this solo episode of Unbehaved, I share my full experience with psilocybin-assisted…
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