Three years ago, I was flatlining—in energy, in vision, in faith. I had no career I believed in, was just clawing my way out of a relationship with a narcissist whose chaos consumed the better part of my twenties, and I was more or less socially invisible. Most days were spent lying sideways on the couch, scrolling, sleeping, surviving.
I told myself it was hormonal. Maybe adrenal fatigue. Maybe something more esoteric, the way women are taught to diagnose their own collapse. But then came a moment of clarity, courtesy of an appointment with a magical chiropractor who moonlighted as a sort of wellness wizard.
“Have you considered you might just be depressed?” he asked, gently.
The D-word. It had never really occurred to me before. But once he said it, something inside me loosened. Not only was I depressed, I’d been moving through waves of it my entire life. I just hadn’t named it.
His remedy? A curated tincture of microdoses which included psilocybin & LSD, the kind he swore “all the guys in Silicon Valley are on.” I wasn’t exactly a drugs girl. But I was open. Already knee-deep in nontraditional healing—hypnotherapy, breathwork, late-night calls with my psychic—mushrooms didn’t feel so far out of reach.
What followed was a slow, subtle recalibration. A tiny pump of liquid in the morning changed the temperature of my mind. My inner monologue softened. The static cleared. I stopped asking “What should I do with my life?” and started asking “What am I good at?” and “What comes naturally to me?”
That’s when the synchronicities began to stack. A random TikTok of me walking in my vintage shoes—Dior by John Galliano dice mules, of course—went viral. Hundreds of thousands of views. Just like that, the path began to reveal itself. I was destined to be a fucking great tastemaker. Not soon after, I opened my dream vintage studio. Clients I once stalked on Instagram were now sliding into my DMs. My work didn’t just feel good, it felt like mine.
That’s the thing about plant medicine. The shift is quiet, but profound. A rewire of the nervous system. A tuning fork for your intuition. Colors become brighter. Music sends chills across your skin. It’s not that life gets easier. It’s that you begin to feel more involved with it.
Parts of me I didn’t even know were broken began to soften. Patterns I thought were personality traits began to dissolve. It was as if the mushrooms gently reached into the quiet corners of my psyche and said, you don’t need to carry this anymore.
Plant medicine isn’t new. It’s ancient and has been used for lifetimes by cultures who understood its power long before Silicon Valley rebranded it as productivity’s best-kept secret. There’s a reverence to it that’s hard to explain unless you’ve felt it for yourself: the way it doesn’t just heal what’s visible, but what’s buried.
Over the years, I’ve explored this medicine on both micro and macro levels. And while deep, immersive journeys have their own kind of alchemy (a story for another time), microdosing became a foundational tool in my creative and emotional psyche. When my original tincture eventually ran out and I found myself wondering what was next I serendipitously met one of the founders of a company called Flowdose.
We connected instantly, he was taking something sacred and making it accessible, all while creating a product that was honest, effective, and easy for others to actually get their hands on. Flowdose became my new ritual, something I could not only rely on but also recommend without hesitation. To this day, it’s the most consistent and thoughtfully crafted blend I’ve used.
I’ve shared Flowdose with friends, family, and loved ones—always with the caveat that this is a deeply personal path. But time and again, I’ve watched it quietly shift lives the way it shifted mine.
Because healing is a return to yourself—and mushrooms simply guide you home.
If you feel called to try, Flowdose is offering a complimentary microdose starter pack with your first purchase—just use code BOHOCHICKEN. My personal recommendation is to start with the 100mg capsules and ease them into your daily routine. Consider this a gentle invitation to explore your own inner knowing.
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This seems so healing. I wrote a report on Ibogaine in college and its healing effects on those who have schizophrenia. I wish it was more normalized honestly.