It’s a Saturday night in 1993. I’m lying in a field, high on hash, listening to The Doors, and the universe makes perfect sense. Twenty years later, weed sends me into a full-blown existential meltdown in a car park after an Eminem gig. What changed? Spoiler: not just the weed — my hormones, my neurodivergent brain, and my inflamed immune system all RSVP’d to the chaos.”

This isn’t just a tale of stoner misadventure — it’s a deep dive into how neurodivergence, menopause, and autoimmune conditions form the perfect storm of chemical confusion. With personal stories, hard science, and a free symptom decoder you can use right now, this one’s for anyone who’s ever felt betrayed by their own biochemistry.

🧠 “What if distraction is my only coping mechanism?”
💭 “What happens to a nervous system raised online?”
🌍 “How do I live ethically when every choice has a cost I can’t fully see?”

These are just a few of the 40 questions that poured out of me one night in the middle of an anxious spiral—questions that don’t have tidy answers, but feel too important to ignore.

This blog post is a love letter to the overthinkers, the emotionally attuned, the world-weary minds trying to make sense of a time that doesn’t make much sense.