This Puzzled Life is a mental health and recovery blog exploring addiction, trauma healing, LGBTQ experiences, humor, and the strange moments that shape us.
“Some strains whisper. Neon Berry walks in wearing sequins and introduces itself to everybody.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Today, we’re stepping into the neon glow. The kind of berry‑sweet, electric‑hearted strain that feels like a gas‑station slushie and a cosmic prophecy had a baby. Welcome to this Budtender Moment as I highlight the strain Neon Berry.
Neon Berry is a sativa‑dominant hybrid. It’s the kind that lifts your chin. Straightens your aura. And tells your anxiety to go sit in the car with the windows cracked. It is a cross between Blueberry × Strawberry Cough. Blueberry is a cross between Afghani × Thai. Strawberry Cough is a cross between Haze × a mystery strawberry cultivar whispered about like a church‑lady scandal. This is berry lineage with a passport and a past.
The taste profile for this strain is a blue raspberry slushie from a gas station that definitely has a ghost. Strawberry Pop Rocks with a cool, minty exhale that feels like someone just opened the freezer door on your soul. And a faint candy‑shell sweetness that lingers like gossip.
The top terpenes in this strain are Limonene, Myrcene, Pinene, and Caryophyllene. Together they create a bright, effervescent, berry‑electric cloud. Patients look for this strain for mood elevation, stress relief, creative focus, mild pain relief, and social ease.
Please keep in mind that depending on differences in grows depends on what area of the country it is grown in. There will also be slight differences depending on when, where the plant was grown. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’ Have you tried this strain?
Affirmation: I allow joy to be loud, bright, and berry‑flavored. I glow without apology.
“Healing doesn’t always whisper. Sometimes it shows up loud, sweet, and ready to shift the whole room.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the ancestors lean in. OG Pop Tartz is one of those strains that walks in the room like, “Y’all ready for a little mischief and a little medicine?”
OG Pop Tartz comes from a lineage that feels like a family reunion where everybody brought something loud to the table. It’s a cross between Lemon Cake × Sour Apple. Lemon Cake is a cross between Lemon Skunk × Cheese. Sour Apple is a cross between Sour Diesel × Cinderella 99. This is a strain built from families who don’t whisper. They testify.
Despite the name, this isn’t a sugary breakfast pastry. OG Pop Tartz tastes like tart fruit on the inhale. A little diesel on the back end. Some sweet citrus peel. And a warm, earthy finish that feels like a porch swing at dusk. It’s bright, funky, and layered. It’s like a Pop-Tart made by someone’s weed‑growing uncle who refuses to follow the recipe.
The terpene profile is a trio that hits like a Southern choir harmony. Major terpenes are Limonene, Caryophyllene and Myrcene. And depending on the grow, you may also catch hints of Linalool or Humulene, but the core trio stays steady.
Patients often reach for OG Pop Tartz for mood elevation, stress relief, mild-to-moderate pain management, creative focus, social ease, and appetite support. It’s functional without being frantic. Soothing without being sedating. And a middle‑path strain for folks who need clarity with comfort.
A Colorado-grown batch might lean sharper and more citrus-forward. A West Coast batch may come in sweeter, fruitier, and more relaxed. A Southern grow? Expect funk, density, and terps that cling to your shirt like gossip. Same genetics. Different expression. And just like cousins raised in different households. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin’.
Affirmation: I honor the version of myself that is growing. Unfolding. And expressing differently in every season. And it’s just like the plant.
“How many stoners does it take to screw in a lightbulb? None, we got lighters.”
-Unknown
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to tell you about a strain that I’m grouping under 80’s names. And what Gen X’er doesn’t remember sniffing the permanent markers accidentally left around the room by the teacher. Ok, maybe it was a little strange to those who never did this. But we Gen X’ers sniffed random markers as part of our childhood daily life.
The very first thing I noticed about this strain is that familiar aroma and taste of diesel fumes. So maybe it doesn’t exactly smell like the highly sought after ink smell but it’s one that you will remember without a doubt. The genetic line is lengthy so pay attention. This strain is a 70%/30% indica-dominant strain. The genetic cross is Biscotti x Jealousy x Sherbet BX strains. Biscotti is a cross between Gelato 25 x Sour Florida OG. Jealousy is a cross between Gelato 41 x Sherbet BX1. And finally, BX strain are a backcross Sherbet strain. And a backcross strain is s hybrid strain that is bred back to a parent strain. The main reasons this is done that I will simplify is related to particular strain trait reinforcement and genetic stability. There are other reasons but those are just a couple.
The major terpenes in this strain are Myrcene, Limonene, Caryophyllene. Patients report from such conditions as chronic fatigue, PMS, cramps, depression, mood swings, chronic stress, and PTSD. I had this strain as a vape cart. But if you like the taste of diesel you’ll sure to love this strain and its potency. This strain was voted Leafly Strain of the Year in 2023. Keep blazin’!
“Gushers is the strain that reminds you joy doesn’t have to be complicated. Sometimes it’s just fruit‑flavored and waiting on you.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the smoke rise like it’s clocking in for its shift. Today we’re calling in the spirit of Gushers. It’s the strain that tastes like somebody melted a bag of fruit snacks on the dashboard of a ’98 Corolla and somehow made it holy.
Gushers is a 60/40 indica-hybrid. Not the kind that can’t make up its mind. This one knows exactly who it is. It’s a laid‑back, fruit‑forward, body‑melting hybrid. And walks into the room wearing Crocs and still pulls focus. This strain is a cross between Gelato #41 × Triangle Kush. Gelato #41 is a cross between Sunset Sherbet × Thin Mint GSC. And Triangle Kush is a cross between Emerald Triangle OG × Hindu Kush. Gushers tastes like fruit snacks, sweet berry syrup, tropical candy, and a whisper of earthy kush on the exhale. It’s the strain equivalent of someone handing you a Capri Sun and saying, “You look like you need this.”
The terpene profile is Caryophyllene, Limonene, and Linalool. Together they create a vibe that’s equal parts candy aisle and meditation pillow. Patients reach for this strain to help with chronic stress, anxiety, mild to moderate pain, mood swings, appetite support, and end‑of‑day decompression. This is a strain that doesn’t rush you. It just hands you a blanket and says, “Baby, breathe.”
Please keep in mind that depending on differences in grows depends on what area of the country it is grown in. Ther will also be slight differences depending on when, where the plant was grown. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’ Have you tried this strain?
Affirmation: I allow sweetness to find me. I soften. I settle. And I let my body remember ease.
“Some flavors don’t just taste good. They take you back to the version of yourself who still believed in magic.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the smoke curl up like a memory you can almost taste. Before Blackberry Snow Cone ever hit a vape cart. Before terpenes had names I could pronounce. Before I knew what a phenotype was or why growers argued about them like SEC football. There was me. Barefoot on Mississippi gravel. And clutching a Styrofoam cup of neon‑blue snow cone like it was salvation.
One of my favorite childhood joys was standing at that tiny snow cone shack. The one with the hand‑painted menu and the fan that never actually cooled anything. Waiting for that syrupy mountain of ice. And right beside that memory sits another of walking the roadside with purple‑stained fingers. Plucking wild blackberries straight from the bramble. They were warm from the sun. Tart enough to make your jaw twitch. And sweet enough to make you forget the thorns. Blackberry Snow Cone hits both of those memories at once. Like someone bottled nostalgia. Chilled it. And handed it back to me in vapor form.
Blackberry Snow Cone is an indica-hybrid. This isn’t a widely standardized strain. But most growers trace its roots as a cross between Blackberry Kush × Snow Cone. Blackberry Kush is a cross between Afghani × Blackberry. Snow Cone is a cross between Snowman × Cherry Pie. The flavor profile consists of fresh‑picked blackberries, shaved ice sweetness, with a cool, creamy finish. It also has light herbal undertones that nod back to its Kush ancestry. It’s childhood nostalgia with grown‑folk nuance.
The terpene profile for this strain includes Myrcene, Limonene, Caryophyllene, and Linalool (sometimes). Patients often reach for Blackberry Snow Cone for stress, mood, mild pain and tension, creativity, focus, and anxiety. It’s the strain equivalent of sitting on a porch swing at dusk. And letting the day melt off your shoulders.
And so here we are. Grown, busy, bruised by life in all the predictable and unpredictable ways. And still chasing the same sweetness we loved before we even had words for why it mattered. Blackberry Snow Cone isn’t just a vape cart. It’s a little time machine disguised as vapor. A reminder that joy doesn’t have to be complicated to be real. Sometimes it’s just a flavor that takes you back to gravel roads, purple‑stained fingertips, and a snow cone stand that felt like church.
If a strain can carry you home and forward at the same time, this one does. Inhale. Exhale. Remember. Release. And let the world soften around the edges like melting ice on a hot Mississippi afternoon. May every hit remind you that sweetness is still out here. And waiting on you to claim it.
Please keep in mind that depending on differences in grows depends on what area of the country it is grown in. Ther will also be slight differences depending on when, where the plant was grown. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’ Have you tried this strain?
Affirmation: I honor the sweetness in my past. The strength in my present. And the joy I allow myself to taste today.
“The first time I smoked, I didn’t get high, but I did end up going to McDonald’s.”
-Unknown
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to talk to you about the strain known as Zookies by Max Harvest
Instantly this strain makes an impact. Some strains might be slow to take effect, but this one doesn’t. Let’s look at the genetics. Zookies is a 50/50 hybrid cross between Animal Cookies x Gorilla Glue #4. Animal cookies is a cross of Girl Scout Cookies x Fire OG. Gorilla Glue #4 is a cross between Chem’s Sister x Sour Dubb x Chocolate Diesel.
This strain is loaded with terpenes such as Caryophyllene, Limonene, Myrcene, Linalool and Humulene. The medical benefits include relief from insomnia, chronic pain, depression, muscle spasms, cramps, nausea, and appetite loss. This strain lives up to it’s reputation as an overall great strain. The indica side of this strain is very potent. However, there’s enough sativa to still be able to be productive. But use in moderation as “couch lock” is possible and happening as I write. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’
“Some folks chase sweetness. I chase the kind of gas that makes the room reconsider its life choices.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Today we’re summoning the spirits of pure, uncut GAS. The strains that smell like somebody parked a diesel truck inside a citrus grove and left it idling through the Rapture.
Below is the Budtender Moment guide to the gassiest classics. And the new‑school 2026 heavy hitters. And they have enough funk to peel paint off a double‑wide. I am someone who truly loves the stinkiest strains available. The ones that hit your nose like a spiritual slap from the universe. And yes, I know they’re almost always indica‑dominant. And yes, I still run toward them like they’re handing out free emotional stability at the door. But here’s the truth. That stink is where I find the most relief.
I personally love that diesel‑fuel flavor. The kind of taste that makes you wonder if you should be smoking it or checking it for an oil leak. That’s nothing more than personal preference. But it’s my preference. And these are also the strains that make other people’s heads whip around like, “Ewwwww. What is that smell?” To which I reply, with the confidence of a Southern auntie blessing the potluck table, “That’s the beautiful smell of healing, sweetheart. Don’t be rude.” Sometimes I even add, “If your weed doesn’t smell like a truck stop bathroom during a Nascar weekend, I don’t want it.”
Gas is not a smell. It’s a warning label. It’s the terpene equivalent of your uncle’s truck backfiring during Sunday service. It’s the aroma that tells you, “Sit down. You’re not going anywhere for a minute.” And in 2026, gas is back with a vengeance. Candy strains still run the TikTok crowd. But the real heads? They’re hunting for diesel, skunk, rubber, fuel, and straight‑up chemical warfare. Let’s get into it.
The Gassiest Strains of 2026 (Plus the Classics That Built the Church)
The classic gas gods are the strains that walked so the new exotics could run.
OG Kush (Chemdawg × (Lemon Thai × Hindu Kush)
It is the grandfather of modern gas. Earthy, piney, fuel‑soaked, and attitude heavy. If OG Kush were a person, it would be a retired mechanic who still wins bar fights. Why it’s still top tier? Perfect balance of body melt + mental clarity. That unmistakable fuel‑pine punch. And the backbone of half the strains on the market.
Sour Diesel (Chemdawg × Super Skunk)
It is the strain that smells like someone spilled jet fuel on a lemon. Energetic, cerebral, and loud enough to get you kicked out of a library. Why it endures? Fast‑acting uplift. Iconic diesel nose. And the blueprint for modern sativas with bite.
It is the chemical spill that started a dynasty. Sharp, funky, pungent kind of smell that makes new smokers ask, “Is it supposed to smell like that?” Why it’s legendary? It’s a parent of Sour D, OG Kush, and countless 2026 exotics. It has heavy potency. And is pure gas from start to finish.
Is sticky, funky, rubbery, and strong enough to glue you to the couch like a failed DIY project. Why it’s still a favorite? It’s a resin monster. It provides deep relaxation. And that classic rubber‑meets‑diesel aroma.
These are the new school strains carrying the torch. And lighting it with a blowtorch. Get ready for the some of the newest funk on the market.
GMO (Garlic Cookies) ( Girl Scout Cookies × Chemdawg)
GMO is still the undisputed king of “my God, what is that smell?” Garlic, gas, funk, and a little bit of “did someone leave food in the car?” Why it’s huge in 2026? It has sky‑high potency. It has that unmistakable savory‑fuel profile. And hash makers worship it.
Gumbo (Gummo × Guru)
Gumbo is the strain that said, “Candy is cute, but let’s get weird again.” Savory, funky, gassy, and loud. Why it’s hot in 2026? It has that unique terp profile. Heavy body effects. And is a leader in the “funk comeback” movement.
Hash Burger (Han Solo Burger × (Hash Plant × Larry OG)
Hash Burger smells like someone grilled a burger on a diesel generator. Savory, earthy, fuel‑rich, and resinous. Why it’s trending? It’s built for hash. Those deep, relaxing effects. And a terp profile that punches first and apologizes never.
Gorilla Breath (Gorilla Glue #4 × OGKB)
A modern hybrid that blends classic gas with sweet undertones. Think OG Kush meets a rubber tire shop. Why it’s rising? Because of its balanced potency. It’s very loud aroma. And perfect for people who want gas with a little dessert.
Motorbreath (Chemdawg × SFV OG Kush)
If you want straight fuel, no fruit, no candy, no nonsense. Motorbreath is your strain. Why 2026 loves it? It’s pure diesel. The very heavy effects. And a favorite among old‑school heads.
Gas isn’t just a terp profile. It’s a personality type. It’s a lifestyle. And a spiritual alignment. Gas never left. It just waited for the candy craze to calm down. And in 2026, the real heads are circling back to the strains that smell like a mechanic shop, a truck stop, and a citrus grove had a love child. These are the strains that built the culture. Shaped the genetics. And still slap harder than your grandma’s “I told you not to touch that” backhand. Gas is for the people who don’t need their weed to taste like a cupcake or a tropical smoothie. Gas is for the folks who want their flower to announce itself like a Southern auntie walking into a room with a fresh wig and a louder opinion.
May your jars stay loud. Your grinders stay sticky. Your terps stay funky. Your gas stay premium. May your stash always lean toward the strains that tell the truth. The ones that smell like a mechanic shop on a July afternoon. Like a tire fire behind a Waffle House. Like somebody spilled jet fuel on a stack of church fans and said, “Yep. That’s the one.” And may your nose stay blessed with the kind of diesel funk that makes strangers in the parking lot turn around and say, “Lord, who brought that?”
In this house, we don’t chase trends. We chase truth, terpenes, and the kind of diesel that clears a room and heals a soul. And if you’re here reading this and nodding along. And smelling imaginary diesel in the air. Then you already know. The future of cannabis isn’t sweet. It’s funky. It’s rubbery. It’s chemical. It’s loud.
So, roll it up, spark it slow, and let the ancestors of OG, Chem, and Sour whisper their wisdom through the smoke. In 2026 and beyond, one truth remains eternal. Candy fades. Trends die. But gas? Gas is forever. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’
Affirmation:I honor what heals me. Even if it smells like a truck stop exorcism. My relief is sacred. My preference is valid. And my gas is premium.
“I don’t smoke weed to escape reality. I smoke it to make reality funnier.”
-Unknown
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to talk to you about one of th3 stinkiest strains that I’ve come across. And its name is Mule Fuel.
Mule Fuel is a 90/10 very heavy indica hybrid. This strain is a cross between Lurch x GMO (GMO Cookies). Lurch is a cross between Grape Ape x Ghost OG. GMO is a cross between GSC (Girl Scout Cookies) x Chemdawg. This strain has the aroma and taste of both diesel and skunk. And if you know anything about the GMO strain, you know that it stands for Garlic, Mushrooms and Onions. And that, my friend is not a strain that would be easily smoked in public in an attempt to be indiscriminate. It will stink up anything around you.
The major terpenes with this strain are Terpinolene, Myrcene and Caryophyllene. The medical benefits with this strain provide relief from conditions such as chronic stress, anxiety, insomnia, nightmares, chronic pain, and depression. And I can attest to the potency and relief that I get from this strain. Accompanying the smell and aroma are some hard-core munchies and the dreaded “couch lock.”
This strain is one where you need to be prepared to take a nice cannabis nap. I would not suggest this strain for an amateur smoker. This is a strain with very heavy effects. Use it sparingly as a little goes a long way. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin.’
“If this weed knocks me into next week. Please forward my mail.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Today we’re honoring the strains that don’t just get you high. They send you to the astral plane with a souvenir T‑shirt and a warning label. This is the Budtender Moment where we salute the OG titans that built the culture and the 2026 genetic super‑soldiers that make even seasoned smokers say, “Oh. Oh wow. Okay then.” Let’s break it down. Here are five classic strains that still hit like a tax audit. And five new‑age strains engineered in a lab by people who clearly don’t fear God.
THE CLASSIC STRONGEST STRAINS
OG Kush (Chemdawg × Hindu Kush × Lemon Thai)
The strain that raised half the industry and traumatized the other half. Earthy, piney, citrusy, and strong enough to make you rethink your life choices in 4K resolution.
2. Sour Diesel (Chemdawg 91 × Super Skunk)
Smells like a gas station in heaven. Hits like a motivational speaker with a megaphone. You will clean your whole house and then forget why you started.
Sticky, heavy, and spiritually adhesive. This strain will glue you to the couch and file a restraining order against productivity.
4. Girl Scout Cookies (GSC) (OG Kush × Durban Poison)
Sweet, earthy, euphoric, and strong enough to make you confess things nobody asked. A classic “I’m fine. No, I’m not. Yes I am.” strain.
5. Granddaddy Purple (GDP) (Purple Urkle × Big Bud)
The grape‑flavored lullaby. Perfect for when you want to melt into the furniture and become a decorative throw pillow.
THE NEWEST 2026 HEAVYWEIGHT STRAINS
6. Galactic Gasoline (Jet Fuel Gelato × Planet of the Grapes)
A cosmic punch of diesel and fruit funk. This one doesn’t “hit.” It abducts you. Probes your stress. And returns you slightly better than it found you.
7. Nuclear Sherb (Sunset Sherbet × Atomic Apple)
Sweet, creamy, and explosively potent. The kind of strain that makes you stare at your own hands like they’re guest stars in your life.
8. Dragon’s Breath 2.0 (Dragon’s Breath × The Bling)
Fiery citrus, spicy pine, and THC levels that should require a permission slip. Perfect for when you want to feel brave but also deeply horizontal.
9. Diesel Crown (Cheetah Piss × Royal Kush)
A regal, fuel‑soaked slap to the senses. Smells like a monarchy that runs on premium unleaded. Bow before your gassy king.
10. Moonquake (Moonbow × Earthquake OG)
Sweet candy meets seismic activity. This strain shakes your brain like a snow globe. And leaves you giggling at absolutely nothing.
And there you have it. Ten strains so strong they could power a small Southern town if we could just figure out the wiring. Classics that built the throne. And 2026 newcomers that kicked the door in wearing steel‑toe boots. If you choose to smoke any of these, may your snacks be plentiful. Your couch be supportive. And your responsibilities be patient. Budtender out. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin.’ Have you tried any of the newest and strongest strains of the year?
Affirmation: I am grounded. I am centered. And I will absolutely survive this THC level, probably.
“After today’s conversation, I’ve decided that if life ever assigns me a job involving the human backdoor, I will simply log out of the simulation and let my cats take over my identity.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Today we’re cleansing not just the room, but the entire situation that led us here in the first place. The energy was so chaotic, even the ancestors peeked around the corner like, “Now who summoned this foolishness?” And the cats scattered like I’d announced surprise bath time. Which tells you everything you need to know about the spiritual turbulence we were dealing with.
While standing there in a cloud of sage and cannabis. And trying to convince myself that adulthood is not just paperwork, mystery smells, and emotional turbulence. I learned something that shook my spirit straight out of alignment. Somebody out there chooses to become a proctologist. Not “falls into it accidentally.” Not “lost a bet.” Not “was assigned by a vengeful guidance counselor.”
Let me tell you what set off this whole cleansing ritual. I learned that proctologists. The real, licensed, tax‑paying adults choose that career. A human being wakes up one morning, stretches, yawns, and says, “You know what? I want to spend the rest of my life abyss excavating the darkest corners of the human situation. They don’t get drafted. They don’t lose a bet. They don’t wake up in a Saw movie and have to pick between that and dentistry.
No. They look at the buffet of human professions and say, “Yes. The canyon. The cavern. The forbidden hallway. That’s my ministry.” And listen. I respect them. Somebody has to do it. But it will never be anyone in this house.
Coco climbed onto the laundry basket like she was about to deliver a royal decree.
“Mother,” she began with the tone of someone who has never been wrong in her life. She said, “I do not even look at my own butt. Why would I volunteer to examine strangers? I am a queen. Not a Rear‑End Archaeologist.” Then she knocked over a cup to punctuate her point.
Piper pulled out her clipboard like she was conducting federal interviews.
She said, “Let’s review my qualifications. I’m good at surveillance, judgment, filing complaints, identifying your mistakes in real time. And documenting chaos for legal and spiritual purposes.
“Now,” she continued, “let’s review what I am not qualified for.” I am not qualified for tunnel exploration. Human cave mapping. Backdoor diagnostics. And anything requiring latex gloves. She looked at me over her glasses (that she does not own) and added, “And neither are you.”
Tinkerbell arrived late, loud, and ready to deliver a keynote address.
And while pacing like a tiny insurance adjuster preparing to deny a claim she said, “Every household needs boundaries. And the boundary we are establishing today is simple. No one here is going into the human abyss professionally.” She then knocked a plant off the counter. I assume that was her way of cleansing the space.
Let’s be honest. We are a household of snacks, chaos, and questionable decisions. We are not a household of brave medical back‑alley expeditioners. And we are barely a household of people who can schedule our own appointments. If someone said, “Dana, your community needs you to become a proctologist.” I would simply pack a bag and move into the woods. The cats would follow while carrying clipboards, snacks, and a list of reasons why this was the correct choice.
Coco had declared the entire topic unconstitutional. Piper had drafted a 47‑page complaint titled “Absolutely Not: A Household Manifesto.” And Tinkerbell was in the corner performing a spiritual audit to determine which one of us invited this energy into the home. And honestly? She’s right to ask.
We are a household of snacks, naps, chaos, and questionable decision‑making. But we are not a household of brave medical cave divers. We can barely handle a vet appointments without forming a support group. And the very idea of any of us voluntarily entering the human abyss? Coco said, “she’d rather get a job.” Piper said, “she’d rather work retail.” And Tinkerbell said, “she’d rather reincarnate.”
We salute the proctologists of the world. We honor them. We appreciate their courage, training, and their commitment to the human cause. We thank you for your service. But in this house? Absolutely not. Not today. Not tomorrow. And not in any timeline where Coco is in charge of HR.
We will be over here lighting sage. Minding our business. And staying far, far away from the canyon of no return. By the end of this whole ordeal, it became painfully clear that me and these three furry unionized coworkers of mine are now going to have to schedule another therapy session. An emergency one, at that.
Coco needs to process the emotional violence of even hearing the word “proctologist.” Piper has to unpack the secondary trauma of documenting the conversation. And Tinkerbell? She’s already drafting a statement for the therapist titled “Boundaries, Backdoors, and Why My Household Must Never Speak of This Again.” Our poor therapist has her monumental work cut out for her.
And honestly, I’ll be right there on the couch with them. I’ll be clutching my emotional support iced coffee while explaining to our brave, patient and compassionate therapist how a simple morning spiraled into a full‑blown spiritual evacuation drill. We are not called to that ministry. And we will be processing the thought of it for weeks. And that, my friends, is where I set the mic gently on the floor. Walked away. And let the ancestors close the door behind me. Thanks for reading! And do what makes you happy.
Affirmation: I am divinely protected from careers, conversations, and chaos that are not meant for me. My household walks in clarity, boundaries, and the sacred right to say, ‘Absolutely not.’
This Puzzled Life 