My relationship with cannabis began in my late teens. I instinctively knew it helped me sleep, unlocked creativity, and helped me decipher my life. This was my secret, except for the one friend who always got it for me.
In my late thirties, I took a fall and started experiencing neck pain that slowly began brewing into more pain. By 40, and at the height of my career in finance, I retired to explore my health. There just wasn't enough time for a 60 hour work week, being a Mom of two young girls and putting in the time to get to the bottom of things. Ironically, the moment I retired things went from mildly bad to horrific. It was my first time experiencing the full spectrum of our very lacking healthcare system — NYC 'top docs', eastern docs, osteopaths, nutritionists — you name it, I did it. I spent a fortune and I kept getting worse. During this time, I lost my Mom and my friend, Ina, to cancer. I had a front row seat to their treatments and lousy pain options. As an East Coaster, it was also the first time I couldn’t get my hands on the good stuff. For me — or for them. Taking crappy stuff wasn’t an option. Getting a random delivery was also something I didn't do. Pain and fear took a back seat to frustration.
Five years later, I finally did get my hands on the good stuff. What I call new-ish: organic, properly labelled, and in different applications. I used it in this new way and things slowly began to unwind physically but also mentally — putting the trauma of this time behind me. Once I mastered how to use it in this new way, I traveled all over the world seeking the very best and trusted for myself. That experience of landing in a new city, with poor resources, fluffed up reviews, and inconvenient ‘stoner’ excursions, inspired me to create The Highly – a guide to the good good. Find what you need and move on with your holiday.
This was the beginning.