The whole alphabet rolled up on Miranda‘s rescue. Every one of those flags a potential body. This scumbag advertised himself as a sanctuary taking anywhere from $500 to $5000 per dog with the promise that they would get the care and training they needed. Then he shot them.
Weird fucking Wednesday, huh?
All these people online screaming that cannabis causes schizophrenia like they just cracked the Da Vinci Code of psychiatry.
Let me tell you something from real life, not a comment section.
My business partner was diagnosed with schizophrenia at 21. Full-blown. Clinical. Long before he ever touched cannabis.
You know what he did use? Alcohol. Legal, celebrated, socially encouraged alcohol. He self-medicated with that for years. Functionally a drunk.
Then he found cannabis.
He didn’t spiral.
He didn’t lose his mind.
He didn’t suddenly “develop schizophrenia” — he already had it.
What he did do was slowly wean himself off the booze. He stabilized. He reduced his reliance on SSRIs. He became more functional, more grounded, more present.
Is cannabis a miracle plant that fixes everything? No.
Is it automatically evil because it interacts with the brain? Also no.
Here’s the uncomfortable truth: correlation is not causation. People predisposed to schizophrenia can have earlier onset with heavy THC use — that’s what the data actually says. That is not the same as “weed causes schizophrenia.”
And here’s the bigger truth most people miss:
The only reason he’s here is because people loved him through it.
The only reason I’m here is because people loved me through my worst decisions.
You can jail people.
You can shame them.
You can banish them socially and medically.
But you’re not healing a damn thing.
You want stability?
You want recovery?
You want people to act like human beings?
Treat them like human beings first.
I’m not blaming my past on anything but my own choices. But I’ll tell you what didn’t help: being told I was stupid, broken, or hopeless. That never built anyone back up.
Support did.
Patience did.
Community did.
Maybe that’s the actual key.
Not fear.
Not propaganda.
Not reefer madness 2.0.
Just radical, stubborn, inconvenient love.
Weird Wednesday indeed.