You high. But girl... are you actually OK?

You keep saying you wanna heal. But every time shit hits the fan, you light up and shut down.

You scroll, you suppress, you spark up — but baby, you're not really tapped in. You're avoiding.

And it’s cool… until it’s not.

Because your peace? It's performative.
Your healing? Half-done.
Your glow-up? On pause because you’re scared to feel what’s really going on.

And I get it.
You’re exhausted. You’re fed up. You’re screaming on the inside.

You want to be held. To be chosen. To finally fall apart without being judged for breaking.

But guess what?

No one’s coming to save you.
But YOU? You still got time to save yourself.

So stop acting like you don’t know what you need.

Stop pretending your soul isn’t crying for something deeper than weed and fake peace.

Stop saying you’re “just tired” when you’re actually mourning the version of you you never got to be.

Let this page be your mirror. Your wake-up call.

Not the cute kind.

The Blunts & Breakthroughs kind.

  • This time, I’m not running. I’m ready.

  • Even if my hands shake. Even if I cry through the first page. Even if nobody claps. I’m choosing ME. Messy, magical, mad as hell me. And that’s enough.

  • You ok?...it's not just a question anymore. It’s a challenge. A ritual. A realignment. Welcome to the Soft Life Smoker’s Club™. Where we heal hard, love soft, and never fold twice.