Mamantics: Real Life - Artificial Problems

Throughout my life, I have taken on many roles: the devoted wife, the rebellious daughter, the wild card, the lost cause, the survivor, the mom, the friend, and the sister. Now, it’s time for me to simply be myself—no roles, no hiding in the shadows. I seek a level of authenticity that embraces only my best and happiest self.

The journey to reach this point has felt like an uphill climb.

I’ve been sorting through my baggage, striving to live a light and liberated life by only holding on to what truly belongs to me. I am shedding the chains of my past that have kept me ensnared in a cycle of silent suffering, emotional turmoil, and a general lack of joy.

What began as a daily ritual of using cannabis to manage the chaos in my mind and alleviate my PTSD transformed into a profound journey to unlock the door to the self-imposed prison I had created. It’s about redefining the meaning of life and reclaiming myself—becoming the best version of me.

Trauma can shape our existence and can turn life into a series of trauma responses. I am on a mission to take charge of my own soul and my life.

Healing isn’t a linear process, and cannabis isn’t a cure, but it certainly helps ease the chaos and quiets the inner war that tells me I am still fighting. For me, that is a victory.