Microdosing
An introduction of sorts
I am not a doctor. I want to say that upfront, clearly, before we go any further. Psychedelics remain illegal in many jurisdictions and nothing I share here is medical advice or a recommendation — it’s simply my experience, offered openly. What I am is a person who has been microdosing consistently since my dad died in 2023. I came into this space out of curiosity and stayed because of what I discovered. I am still learning. I am still asking questions. But almost three years in, there is much to share.
My first experience with magic mushrooms was a chocolate bar — shared with me at a dear friend’s Los Angeles dinner party. Boo and I were sitting, by chance, next to a well-known actress who mentioned she was dating the owner of a mushroom chocolate company. At one point she joked, “I’m dating a drug dealer” — a nod to the fact that psilocybin, while newly legal in Oregon and Colorado and decriminalized in a growing number of cities, remains federally illegal. She pulled a bar out of her purse and told me to take one square before I began work the following morning. I did. I got to the end of that day and realized that as difficult moments arose, I kept meeting them with the same quiet thought: oh, no problem, I can handle that. It was as though more possibilities and solutions felt within easy reach. There is a foundational principle of quantum physics that explains how we all vibrate at varying frequencies, and I’m telling you I felt myself vibrating on a whole new frequency level that day. Was it the mushrooms? Or was it a placebo effect? Whatever it was, there was an ease to how I faced the regular daily challenges of running a small business. It was enlightening.
A couple of months later my dad passed away after a long battle with cancer. I didn’t know how I would continue without my north star here on earth. It was my first experience with overwhelming grief and my whole world felt dark and grey. All color was gone. A close friend had been microdosing psilocybin in place of taking antidepressants, and I thought — maybe I should give it a go. After some research and careful sourcing, I added it to my daily vitamin routine. I decided on a dose (100mg) and a schedule — five days on, two days off, for eight weeks, then a two-week break before starting again. It turns out, it wasn’t a placebo effect.
What I found is that it didn’t mask my grief. It gave me clarity around it. It made my thoughts less muddy. It lifted my mood which aided in my daily functioning as a mother and a business owner while I moved through the unbearably sticky, hard parts of living with loss.
