Some smoke sessions don’t create memories because they’re wild. They become unforgettable because, for an hour or two, everything in your head finally stopped arguing with itself.
One of the cruelest parts of being autistic is how often you discover your limits only after you’ve crossed them.
You don’t always know you’re overwhelmed while it’s happening.
Sometimes you only realize when you finally get somewhere quiet and your entire body goes:
“Thank God. We’re safe now.”