Written by, Connor B. My first boyfriend was the one who introduced me to marijuana. I was 18 and he was significantly older. He took advantage of my naïve puppy love in many ways: pressuring me to give him a car loan, living in my dorm room for months, etc. But it was developing the…

Written By, Dannie H. My heart ached for so long.And you told me it was alright.Realizing to smoke is pain,I thought about you all night.July of my last trip,Ugly, boring, and a shame.A newfound freedomNever fiending for you again.A new leaf I have turned, fake friend! Published By A New Leaf – January 2026

Written By, Lee N. A way to stay afloat. That’s what marijuana was for me. My therapist (cringing at myself for being a living, breathing queer, Jewish stereotype by starting a sentence this way but…if the shoe fits) recently shared with me a parable in which someone had compared their addiction to a life raft.…

Written By, Mirabelle H. I smoked for the first time when I was 16. I didn’t feel anything physically, but emotionally, I felt guilt—like I was stepping over a line I wasn’t ready to cross. I told myself it would be different when I was older, when it was “okay.” So I made a deal…

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Written By, Aurelie E. Life isn’t a puzzle with edges that stay,nor a riddle that’s answered in only one day.It bends and it shifts, like the tide or the rain—you wake every morning, and solve it again. The pieces don’t fit the same as before,new doors may appear where there once was no door.The map…

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