So, I am with my addictions specialist-a man who has known me for fifteen years.
“Good news concerning your PTSD, there’s a treatment I think you may be interested in,” he says.
He knows I won’t do big Pharma, and he knows I would rather give myself a lobotomy through my vagina than go to more therapy.
Intrigued, I bite.
“Well, you’d have to go to Canada for two weeks, but they use medicinal mushrooms and we both know you love magic mushrooms…”
I was incredulous.
I wanted to throat punch him.
Do I look like the kinda girl who’s gonna pack her bags and move, to another country to do shrooms on a Government-run psych experiment heffer farm?