Dear Sativa

A [person with their arms up expressing their freedom to the sky

Written By, Jade N.

Dear Sativa,

I’ve been trying to find the right words and the courage to say that I am not in love with you anymore. You have given me some of my best times, and some of my worse times. Yes, you helped me medicinally get off of opiates and alcohol, but now our time has come to an end.

I don’t think I can live with your lies anymore. You’re not just a plant or something that I need to bring into my life. My future plans for a healthy life, family and friends are way more important than you. You’re making my life sick, so today I say goodbye for the final time. Today I am grateful for my recovery.

Jade

Published by ANL – November 2025

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