Back in September, I did a guided psilocybin journey with my therapist. (As opposed to taking mushrooms for fun, which I did approximately 448 times between the ages of 15 and 23.) The entire thing boiled down to one message that came through with crystal clarity: “stop everything and pay attention to your body.”
(Yes. I’m starting this returning-to-civilization email by diving into a lesson from a mushroom journey. So that's how things are going I guess?)
So anyway, I got this very strong message to listen to my body, and I knew it was time. I’d been feeling mildly and inexplicably shitty for the past year, working with a naturopath, but not getting anywhere. (If you want to know what it feels like to practice faith, just start taking supplements.)
For about six months, my partner and I had been kicking around the idea of my doing what he’d named Radical Health Care, which was, as the name suggests, a plan for me to prioritize my health. Post-Em & Friends, I finally had the space and time to do it. I just needed to commit. Which I had not done.
The day after the journey, I decide it’s time for Radical Health Care. I talk to my friend Nic Antoinette, a long-distance hiker, about long-distance hiking. I recommit to my meditation practice. I download a yoga thing. I decide to let go of some extra freelance work I’d picked up, in order to clear my schedule for RHC. I am like, LET’S DO THIS.
And then, the next day, the headache started.