My foray into cannabis started a little over a decade ago. Got tired of pharmaceuticals, my liver was suffering from the amount of pills it had to process 24/7, I was underweight, unhealthy, the whole 9 yards. My cousin smoked me out for my 24th birthday and I’ve never looked back. I spent the better part of my journey with cannabis just being a consumer and customer. I was always curious about growing but the laws in my state at the time were extremely vague and no one wants to get arrested for trying to grow their own meds.
Years fly by with me being satisfied being a customer to a dispensary because that’s all the weed I ever knew, until I came into contact with a friends homegrown. The hit, the taste, the smoothness, all leagues better than what I had been buying. So I had figured hell, I’ll grow one day right?
Right! Fast forward to 2026 after meticulous planning, a whole life uprooted and replated, I finally decided this was the year to break dirt. Growing cannabis fulfills something in me that I didn’t know needed healing. From the moment I terminated my first seeds this year (March of 26) to today, it’s been such a healing factor and routine in my life.
Every night when the lights come on, I feel a zen come over me as I tend to my plants in my carefully curated garden. It’s amazing seeing this plant mature from a small bean to a bush full of goodness. I’m still in the middle of my first grow but I am learning and absorbing so much from this community. I am grateful for the people and support we have created here.
