This Puzzled Life is a mental health and recovery blog exploring addiction, trauma healing, LGBTQ experiences, humor, and the strange moments that shape us.
“I’m high on life. Oh, wait, sorry, that’s just marijuana.”
-Unknown
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to talk to you about cannabinoids. And with terpenes this medicine is saving lives.
What are cannabinoids? They are a group of chemical compounds found primarily in the Cannabis sativa plant. And the plant contains about 540 chemical substances. They interact with the body’s endocannabinoid system, which regulates various functions that include mood, appetite, pain, and sleep. And there are also different types of cannabinoids (https://www.nccih.nih.gov, 2025).
Types of Cannabinoids
· Phytocannabinoids: Naturally found in the cannabis plant such as THC and CBD
· Endocannabinoids: Cannabino9ids produced by the human body, as anandamide and 2-arachidonoylglycerol (2-AG).
· Synthetic cannabinoids: Man-made cannabinoids designed to mimic the effects of phytocannabinoids such as “K2” and “Spice” (https://nida.nih.gov, 2025).
What are specific phytocannabinoids and their functions?
· Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC): psychoactive compound that produces euphoric “high:. It also helps with nausea, pain, and appetite stimulation.
· Cannabidiol (CBD): Non-psychoactive compound known for its anti-inflammatory, analgesic, and anxiolytic (anxiety-reducing) properties.
· Cannabigerol (CBG): Known as the “mother of all cannabinoids” because others are synthesized from its acidic form CBGA. It is non-psychoactive and is being researched for potential neuroprotective, anti-inflammatory, and antibacterial effects.
· Cannabinol (CBN): A minor cannabinoid that forms as THC ages and degrades. It is mildly intoxicating but primarily known for its sedative properties and p[potential use as a sleep aid. I can tell you that I search for strains high in CBN for severe insomnia. The strain that almost instantly puts me to sleep is Purple Cheisel.
· Cannabichromene (CBC): A non-psychoactive cannabinoid that’s being studied for its potential effects on pain and inflammation. This one will definitely help with chronic pain.
· Tetrahydrocannabinolic Acid (THCA): The non-psychoactive precursor to THC, found in raw cannabis. When heated it converts to THC. It has potential anti-inflammatory and neuroprotective properties.
· Cannabidolic Acid (CBDA): The raw, unheated precursor to CBD, found in fresh cannabis. When heated it converts to CBD. It may have stronger anti-inflammatory and anti-nausea effects than CBD in its raw form.
· Delta-8 THC: A psychoactive compound similar to THC, though its effects are less potent. It occurs in small quantities in the cannabis plant but can be synthetically produced from CBD (https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov, 2023). I don’t personally have a problem with the idea of delta-8 and delta-9 products. What I do have a problem with is the fact that they are not regulated and are sold in gas stations to people making them sick. Those products are not safe at all. Because we don’t know what all is in them.
The topic of cannabinoids has a lot of information available. And I won’t bore you with all the very distinct information. As I have said about terpenes, get to know your cannabinoids. It’s imperative when seeking to fine tune your cannabis regimen. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’
Affirmation: My mind, body and spirit are my top priority. Cannabis aids with each.
“Some strains roar. Some strains whisper. AK‑47 just taps you on the shoulder and says, ‘Relax, sweetheart.’”
– This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Tap the ash twice for the ancestors who absolutely did not expect you to be out here reading a strain review with this much chaotic Southern energy. But here we are, thriving anyway. Today’s Budtender Moment is dedicated to a strain with a name so unnecessarily dramatic it sounds like it should come with a seatbelt and a liability waiver. And yet it’s one of the gentlest, most “baby, breathe” strains on the shelf. Welcome to AK‑47. The flower that sounds like a felony but feels like a weighted blanket.
AK‑47. A strain named like it wants to fight me in the parking lot of a Waffle House at 3 a.m. But it actually hits like a soft‑spoken librarian who just wants you to hydrate and stop overthinking your entire existence. If trauma had a dimmer switch, this strain would be the one gently turning it down while whispering, “Hush now, baby, we’re not doing all that today.” It walked in like a cousin who wasn’t invited to the cookout but somehow brought the best potato salad. You know the one that is loud, chaotic, but beloved.
This strain is the botanical equivalent of a blended family that somehow gets along at Thanksgiving. It was created in the early 1990s by Serious Seeds, a Dutch seed company known for being meticulous, scientific, and just a little bit dramatic in the best way. The breeders wanted something uplifting, balanced, and reliable. And a strain that could hit the sweet spot between clarity and calm. So, they pulled genetics from all over the world like they were assembling the Avengers.
The breeders said the name came from its “one‑hit knockout” reputation. And not because it’s harsh or overwhelming, but because it delivers fast, noticeable effects with surprising smoothness. Like a gentle slap from someone who loves you. It’s one of the earliest successful multi‑continental hybrids. It helped define the modern hybrid era in the 90s. It became a competition darling, winning over a dozen awards. And its genetics influenced countless strains that came after it. AK‑47 is basically the Beyoncé of early hybrid breeding. It’s influential, consistent, and still relevant decades later. It tastes like a plant that’s been through things but came out wiser.
Top terpenes in this strain are Myrcene, Limonene, Caryophyllene, and Ocimene. Patients report relief from stress, anxiety, mild depression, focus & mental clarity, muscle tension, mild chronic pain, headaches, and social anxiety.
And that is AK‑47. The strain that sounds like a felony but behaves like a weighted blanket with a college degree. If you need me, I’ll be over here floating three inches above the couch cushions, contemplating absolutely nothing of importance while pretending I’m productive because my eyes are open. May your bowl be full, your peace be protected, and your group chats stay quiet. And remember: If anyone asks why you’re this calm, just tell them you’re practicing “radical Southern stillness.” Now go forth and inhale responsibly, you magnificent chaotic angel.
Please keep in mind that each grow will be different and the flower’s effects will differ depending on which region of the country that the plant is grown. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin.’
Affirmation: “I honor my mind, even on the days it feels like it’s doing donuts in a parking lot. I am still here, still steady, and still worthy of calm.”
“On 4/20, my cats don’t judge my vibes. They just steal my snacks and act like they invented relaxation.”
-Unknown
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today’s blog is not just a vibe. If you’re new here, welcome to This Puzzled Life. It’s where the energy is always slightly unhinged. The cats have more personality than sense. And the universe occasionally sends Snoop Dogg to supervise whatever nonsense is happening in the living room.
The living room is suspiciously calm. It’s the kind of calm that makes you immediately assume someone is doing something they shouldn’t. A sunbeam is stretched across the floor like it’s been blessed by the universe. And glowing so dramatically it could sell skincare. Even the dust particles look like they’re floating around with purpose.
I step in and instantly sense that my cats are acting extra mellow. Not normal mellow. Not “we napped for six hours” mellow. But “did someone replace our brains with warm mashedpotatoes?” mellow. Tinkerbell is melted into the sunbeam like a retired yoga instructor. Coco is staring at the wall like it just revealed a plot twist. And Piper is on her back. And smiling at the ceiling like she’s discovered enlightenment or a new conspiracy theory.
You haven’t even lit your stinky healing medication yet. And somehow the cats are already vibing harder than you. It’s a full‑blown 4/20 circus starring one human with “smelly healing medication.” Three judgmental cats. And a surprise cameo from Snoop Dogg. And he absolutely did not sign up for the chaos he walked into.
Me: “Okay. Why is everyone staring at the wall like it owes them money?”
Tinkerbell: “Shhh. Today is sacred. Today is 4/20. The Day of Chill. The Festival of Vibes.”
Coco: “It’s the holiday where humans get very relaxed. And eat snacks like they’re being timed.”
Piper: “Snacks? I love snacks!”
falls over dramatically
Me: “Sweetheart, you fall over every day. That’s not a holiday thing. That’s a “you” thing.”
Tinkerbell: “As High Priestess of the Sunbeam, I declare this a day of peace, softness, and staring at nothing with great purpose.”
Coco: “Basically, we’re honoring the humans’ tradition of being extremely chill.”
Tinkerbell: “Step two: Eat snacks until you forget what time is.”
Me: “That explains the empty treat bag.”
Coco: “We were spiritually aligned with the holiday.”
Me: “You were spiritually aligned with theft.”
Tinkerbell: “Step three: Stare at something very intensely for no reason. A wall. A shoe. A ghost only you can see.”
Piper: “I see ghosts all the time!”
Coco: “We know. You scream at the air at 3 a.m.”
Me: “I thought that was a demon. Turns out it was just Piper yelling at dust.”
Piper: “So 4/20 is just being cozy and happy?”
Tinkerbell: “Exactly. A day of calm. A day of peace. A day where even Coco stops judging.”
Coco: “Let’s not lie to the child.”
Me: “Can we all agree to just vibe today?”
All Three Cats: “Yes.”
Me: “Okay, I lit the charcoal, I sprinkled the sage, and now I’m lighting the stinky healing medication. Let the vibes begin.”
Tinkerbell: “The air smells like regret and pinecones.”
Coco: “Is this the thing that makes you stare at the fridge for 20 minutes?”
Piper: “I like it! It smells like adventure!”
Me: “It’s medicine. It helps me chill, breathe, and not spiral into existential dread when the dishwasher beeps.”
Tinkerbell: “I respect your rituals. But the vibe is missing something.”
Snoop Dogg: “Y’all rang?”
Coco: “Oh my God it’s Snoop Dogg!”
Piper: “I thought you were a myth! Like the sock monster or the concept of “boundaries”!”
Piper: “Bow‑wow‑smooth‑wow, sunshine on my tail now, rollin’ in the vibe cloud!” (Still off‑key. Still confident. Still wrong.”
Me: “Oh no. She’s about to do The Thing.”
Coco: “Brace yourselves. Her legs are about to file for divorce.”
Tinkerbell: “Let the child embarrass herself. It builds character.”
Piper: “Watch this, Uncle Snoop!”
starts doing a chaotic little foot shuffle that looks like she’s trying to tap dance, moonwalk, and dodge imaginary lasers at the same time
Me: “Piper, baby, that’s not a dance. That’s a medical mystery.”
Coco: “She’s moving like her paws are buffering.”
Tinkerbell: “I’ve seen spilled noodles with more coordination.”
laughing so hard he has to hold onto the couch
Snoop Dogg: “Lil mama. I don’t know what that move is, but it’s definitely somethin’.”
Piper: “It’s my signature move. I call it “The Vibey Shuffle of Destiny.”
Me: “It looks like your feet are arguing.”
Coco: “It looks like gravity is winning.”
Tinkerbell: “It looks like performance art created by someone who’s never seen a performance.”
Piper: “I am the beat! spins, falls, gets up, keeps going like a tiny furry warrior.”
Snoop: “Ayy… she fearless though. Every squad needs one member who dances like the floor is giving them secret instructions.”
Piper: “Thank you, Snoop. I am an icon.”
Coco: “You are a hazard.”
Snoop: “Nah, lil homie. I’m real. And I came to bless this 4/20 with peace, love, and a whole lotta chill.”
Me: “Snoop, I’m honored. I’ve got my smelly healing medication, my cats, and a sunbeam. What else do I need?”
Snoop: “You need to relax, vibe, and let the universe do its thing. Also snacks. Never forget the snacks.”
Tinkerbell: “I’m melting into the sunbeam now. I am one with the carpet.”
Coco: “I’m still judging, but I’m doing it with rhythm.”
Piper: “I’m vibing so hard I forgot how to blink.”
Snoop: “That’s the spirit. 4/20 ain’t just about the smoke. It’s about the soul. The healing. The joy. The softness. The unapologetic chill.”
Me: “Can you stay forever?”
Snoop: “I’m always here in the vibe. In the playlist. In the part of your brain that says, “you deserve rest.”
Tinkerbell: “I respect your rituals. But the house smells like a skunk got promoted to shaman.”
Coco: “I Googled it. Apparently, humans use this plant to “relax.” You don’t look relaxed. You look like you’re trying to remember your own name.”
Me: “That’s part of the process.”
Piper: “Can I have some?”
Me: “Absolutely not. You’re already chaotic enough. You tried to fight a sock yesterday.”
Piper: “It was looking at me funny.”
Tinkerbell: “So what does this “healing medication” actually do?”
Me: “It helps my body feel less like a haunted house. It quiets the noise. It softens the edges. It makes the world feel less like it’s yelling.”
Coco: “And it makes you eat cereal at 2 a.m.”
Me: “That too.”
Piper: “I like this holiday. You’re soft and giggly and you dropped a treat on the floor.”
Tinkerbell: “I still think it smells like a wizard’s armpit.”
Me: “It’s not for everyone. But it’s for me. And today, we honor the healing. Even if it’s stinky.”
So today, as you celebrate 4/20 the way your cats would want: with softness, silliness, sunbeams, snacks, and a healthy dose of “what is that smell?” A day where the world slows down, the energy softens, and the only thing on the agenda is vibes.
May your medicine heal. May your cats judge you lovingly. May your snacks be plentiful. May your cats be mellow little chaos muffins. And may you, like Tinkerbell, Coco, and Piper, find a sunbeam and melt into it. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’
Affirmation: On 4/20, I embrace my inner cat: I stretch, I snack, I vibe, and I refuse to explain myself to anyone.
“If 4/20 is the High Holy Day, then my living room is the cathedral and the munchies are communion.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Tonight, we prepare the house like the ancestors intended. Not for angels. Not for Santa. Not for judgmental Southern aunties who think essential oils are witchcraft. It’s for Uncle Snoop. The Patron Saint of Peaceful Vibes and Premium Herb. He’s the bringer of gifts. Guardian of grinders. Distributor of munchies. And benevolent overseer of all things chill.
In this household, 4/20 Eve is not just a date. It’s a holy observance. A spiritual checkpoint. A moment when the veil between the earthly realm and the land of Good Weed grows thin. We cleanse the air. We bless the living room. We light the charcoal like we’re opening a portal to a calmer dimension. We sprinkle the sage like we’re sweeping out every last bit of Southern guilt, generational trauma, and whatever nonsense the neighbors prayed over us last Sunday. And the cats? Oh, they’re already in formation.
It’s the holiday. It’s the Easter, Christmas, Ramadan, and Homecoming of the cannabis community all rolled into one beautifully aromatic cloud. The day when stoners worldwide rise up, slowly, gently, after finding their glasses. And celebrate the sacred plant with the reverence of monks. And the snack budget of unsupervised teenagers. It’s the one day a year when the grinders shine a little brighter. The snacks taste a little better. The vibes hit a little smoother. And even the cats act like they understand the spiritual significance. 4/20 is the Holy Day of the Herb. The Sabbath of Sativa. The Pentecost of Pineapple Express. The Passover of “Pass that over here.” And if Hallmark had any sense, they’d be selling cards.
Down here in the Deep South, 4/20 Eve exists in this delicious cultural tension. It’s where half the neighborhood is prepping casseroles for Wednesday night church. And the other half is out on the porch arranging grinders and nugs like they’re setting up a devotional altar to Saint Sativa. Because while conservative Christians love to act scandalized enough to need a fainting couch, they will absolutely swallow three prescription pills, a CBD gummy shaped like a dove, and a Tylenol PM before bed and call it “the Lord’s medicine.”
These are the same folks who will declare marijuana “a gateway to sin” while fanning themselves like they just heard a rumor about the pastor’s nephew. And squinting at you with that judgmental Sunday‑school side‑eye. And whisper‑praying loud enough for the whole fellowship hall to hear. And don’t get me started on Southern traditions they cling to like a monogrammed life preserver. The “We don’t do that in this house.” Meanwhile Uncle Ronnie has been high since the Reagan administration. The “We believe in good Christian values.” Meanwhile half the congregation is outside after service smoking cigarettes so strong they could sandblast the steeple. And the “Marijuana is a drug.” Meanwhile they’re sipping communion wine like it’s bottomless brunch at the Cracker Barrel.
Here we are laying out the grinders, papers, and whispering our intentions to the night air like we’re calling on those Patron Saint of Peaceful Vibes. And to have a day of peace, snacks, reflection, and communal joy. A day where nobody judges you for being exactly who you are. Because if Santa can have cookies, Snoop can have grinders.
Every culture has its traditions. Some folks hang stockings. Some leave carrots for reindeer. Some light candles. Some bake pies. Some pretend their in-laws aren’t judging their life choices from the couch.
In this Mississippi rooted, cat-ruled, chaos-blessed sanctuary, we observe 4/20 Eve by performing the ancient ritual of Leaving Snoop on the Stoop. We don’t wait for Snoop Dogg. We prepare for him.
Step One: Sweep the Stoop Like You Expect Company
Not regular company. Legendary company. You can’t have Snoop Dogg pulling up to your porch and stepping on last week’s leaves, a rogue Amazon box, and whatever emotional debris the wind blew in from your neighbor’s divorce. No ma’am. You sweep that stoop like you’re about to host Beyoncé, Oprah, and the ghost of Bob Marley for brunch.
Step Two: Lay Out the Offerings
This is where the ritual gets serious. You place them gently. Reverently. Like you’re arranging communion wafers but for the spiritually elevated.
A clean grinder (because Snoop deserves fresh teeth on his herbs).
A rolling tray (preferably one that doesn’t still have glitter from that one craft project you swore you’d finish).
A nug or two of your finest stash (don’t be stingy generosity is how blessings multiply).
A lighter that actually works (don’t embarrass the household).
Arrange it all neatly, like a charcuterie board for the chronically chill.
Step Three: Whisper Your Intentions Into the Night Air
This is the part where the cats gather around you like you’re summoning something. Piper sits there judging your posture. Coco is sniffing the grinder like she’s TSA. Tinkerbell is already trying to knock the lighter off the stoop because she’s chaotic neutral. You close your eyes and whisper, “Snoop, if you’re out there, bless this house with new goodies, fresh vibes, and the strength to ignore our group chats tomorrow.” The wind rustles. A neighbor coughs. A raccoon side-eyes you from the trash can. The universe has heard you.
Step Four: Go Inside and Pretend You’re Not Checking the Living Room Every 12 Minutes
The magic only works if you act casual. You can’t be peeking out the blinds like you’re waiting on a DoorDash driver who’s lost in your neighborhood cul-de-sac. No. You must trust the process. Snoop arrives when Snoop arrives.
Step Five: Wake Up on 4/20 Morning to See What the Stoop Has Blessed You With
Maybe it’s a new grinder. Maybe it’s a pre-roll. Maybe it’s just the same stuff you left out because the cats knocked everything over at 3 a.m. But the point isn’t the goodies. The point is the ritual. The community. That’s the kind of magic the South needs in this current political environment.
In this house, the cats take 4/20 Eve dead serious. They act like Uncle Snoop is their long‑lost godfather. And they’re responsible for making sure the porch looks like a spiritual retreat for the chronically relaxed. As soon as I start sweeping the stoop, they materialize like I rang a tiny, invisible bell.
Piper sits on the welcome mat like she’s the head of the Stoop Committee. And supervising with that “I’m not mad, just disappointed” face she inherited from every Southern grandmother who ever lived. Coco is pacing the porch rail like a mall cop. Sniffing every grinder, tray, and nug like she’s conducting a federal inspection. If Snoop ever did show up, Coco would absolutely frisk him for contraband he brought himself. And Tinkerbell is already trying to rearrange the offerings. She’s nudging the lighter two inches to the left. Then three inches to the right. Then knocking the rolling papers off the stoop entirely. Because “feng shui,” apparently.
Together, they’re preparing for Uncle Snoop like he’s Santa Claus, Beyoncé, and the UPS man all rolled into one. They know the legend. On 4/20 Eve, if you leave out clean grinders, fresh papers, and a little herb on the stoop, Uncle Snoop might swing by with gifts for your stash.
The cats take their roles seriously. Piper guards the doorway like she’s checking names off a VIP list. Coco patrols the perimeter for squirrels, raccoons, and Baptists. Tinkerbell keeps knocking things over until the “energy feels right.”
By the time we’re done, the stoop looks like a cross between a spiritual altar and a very relaxed yard sale. If Snoop Dogg ever did stroll up our walkway, he’d take one look at these three furry porch greeters and say, “Yeah, this house gets it.”
Inside the house, the cats take their 4/20 Eve responsibilities so seriously you’d think they were preparing for a surprise inspection from the Department of Elevated Affairs. As soon as I say, “Alright y’all, Uncle Snoop might swing by tonight.” The entire feline staff snaps into action like they’ve been training for this moment their whole lives.
Pipertrots into the kitchen with the confidence of a woman who has hosted many a church potlucks. And knows exactly where the good serving bowls are kept. She sits by the pantry door staring at me like, “Open it. We need the good snacks. Uncle Snoop is not showing up to a table full of off‑brand pretzels.”I pull out the munchie food that consists of chips, cookies, gummies, the emergency stash of Honey Buns. And she supervises while I arrange them on the coffee table.
Coco is doing laps around the living room, sniffing everything like she’s TSA at the Atlanta airport. She inspects the grinders. She inspects the rolling papers. She inspects the bag of chips like she’s checking for counterfeit snacks. If Snoop Dogg walked in with a backpack full of gifts, Coco would absolutely pat him down and say, “Sir, I’m gonna need you to unzip that.”
Tinkerbell, meanwhile, is dragging random objects into the living room to “improve the vibe.” A sock. A toy mouse. A single Q‑tip. And a receipt from 2021. She keeps knocking the lighter off the table, then looking at me like, “It didn’t spark joy. I’m helping.” She also insists on sitting directly in the middle of the snack spread like she’s the centerpiece. By the time they’re done, the living room looks like a cross between a stoner’s welcome banquet, a Southern auntie’s snack table, and a crime scene where the only victim is my sense of order.
May your stash be plentiful, your lighters be loyal, your cats be merciful, and your stash be blessed by the Doggfather himself. May your snacks be abundant and your responsibilities minimal. Happy 4/20 Eve, y’all. Thanks for reading! And God Bless 420 tomorrow morning.
Affirmation: Today I move with the calm confidence of someone whose snacks are blessed. Whose stash is protected. And whose spirit is aligned with the sacred frequency of Uncle Snoop.
“People say stoners forget things. I say we remember what matters.”
-Unknown
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy, go away. Today, I want to tell you about another strain that was one of the first strains that I tried. This packs a punch to the dome and its name is Skywalker OG.
Skywalker OG is a potent indica-dominant hybrid strain. It is a cross between Skywalker x OG Kush. It’s a cross between Blueberry x Mazar-I-Sharif. OG Kush is a cross between Chemdawg x Lemon Thai x Hindu Kush. All of these strains are amazing while standing alone. This is definitely a strain that I see as one of my all-time top cannabis strains. This strain has won two High Times Cannabis Cup awards.
Top terpenes are Myrcene, Limonene, and Caryophyllene. Medical patients report relief from such conditions as chronic pain, insomnia and other sleep disorders, stress, anxiety, mood, and appetite stimulation. I also want to say that this strain is good for PTSD. This one will put you to sleep and helps a lot from chronic pain. If you need a strong strain to help suppress uncomfortable symptoms, this strain is for you. I smoke this as a vape cart. We know that the tastes are different based on it being a solvent being use to make it. However, I can definitely taste the citrus and pine flavorings. But first make your nest and get comfortable. If you’re a novice smoker, please don’t get to bold. Because it will show you who the boss really is. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin.’
“Terpenes can enhance the effects of cannabinoids when combined or take with them.”
-Montana Department of Revenue
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy, go away. Today, I want to talk to you about terpenes. I am going to do my best to break it down in the easiest way possible.
In plants, terpenes are a natural defense against herbivores and pests. They also play a part in the attraction of beneficial organisms ensuring plant survival and reproduction. Some terpenes protect the plants from environmental stressors like heat and UV radiation. They also function as signaling defense mechanisms (www.nature.com, 2025).
Terpenes are organic compounds responsible for the aromas and flavors of cannabis strains and other plants. And cannabis has over 150 identified terpenes in the plant. However, many exist in such low concentrations that there may not significantly contribute.
Beyond aromatic qualities terpenes are also studied for therapeutic benefits like pain relief, anti-inflammatory, and anti-anxiety effects, among others. The factors that influence terpene profiles are genetics, growing conditions and the plant’s developmental stage. Here are a few terpenes and explanations.
§ Myrcene: known for earthy flavors and associated with pain relief and relaxation. This is one of the main terpenes that I look for in my medicine. It is a big one that helps with chronic pain.
§ Caryophyllene: has the “pepper like” flavor that also helps with pain relief.
§ Limonene: responsible for the citrusy aroma. And helps with mood elevation.
§ Pinene: correct! This one is responsible for the pine scent which can also help to elevate mood. I will tell you that most of the negative anxiety experiences that I have with cannabis is due to this “panic attack provoker.” And that is why I tend to enjoy hybrids.
§ Linalool: responsible for flora aromas and relaxation. Helps with the ability to combat stress and ease body aches, reduce muscle spasms, relieve pain, and anxiety.
§ Humulene: is used for inflammation and weight control. And helps to tame those terrible munchies.
§ Terpinolene: has been shown to help inhibit tumor growth and have positive effects on cardiovascular disease (www.cannaflower.com, 2021).
Terpenes and other medical benefits:
§ Aromatherapy and Flavoring: Terpenes are used in essential oil, perfumes, and food.
§ Potential Therapeutic Effects: Research indicates potential health benefits include:
o Anti-inflammatory: Helps with chronic inflammation
o Analgesic: pain relief
o Anti-anxiety and antidepressant:they promote calming effects and improve mood. Linalool is found in lavender.
o Antioxidant: Protects cells against damage
o Antimicrobial and antifungal combat bacterial and fungal infections
o Sleep improvements: Terpenes like myrcene have sedating effect and promote relaxation.
o Neuroprotective effects:Potentially help protect neurons from damage and degradation.
o Cancer research: Early studies suggest potential anticancer properties (www.medicalnewstoday.com, 2025).
All these points describe how the terpenes in cannabis and other plants can be so helpful to us and to our ecosystem. I invite you to know the terpenes that work best for you even if you are not personally use cannabis. They are an essential part in healing and management of various debilitating conditions. Thanks for reading! And Know Your Terpenes!
Affirmation: I will allow myself to accept my pain today and embrace the things that relieve it.
“When the world feels wobbly, I let the sage smoke rise. The blunt burn slow. And the ancestors remind me that clarity don’t come from chaos. It comes from choosing yourself on purpose.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the smoke rise like it’s filing a complaint with HR on my behalf. Lord, every time I look at the folks allegedly “in charge,” my spirit does that little Windows‑98 error noise. You know the one bloop. It’s the sound of a system that is absolutely not okay.
So gather ‘round. I have rolled up. Prayed up. Saged the corners. Bribed my ancestors with a honey bun. And I am finally ready to discuss the one topic that keeps my spirit doing the Electric Slide in confusion. Things I trust more than whatever leadership situation we’re all pretending ain’t on fire. And listen. If you hear a lighter flick in the background, mind your business. That’s just me preparing my emotional support indica before I say something that gets me banned from the family group chat again.
I did what any responsible Southern stoner‑sage‑wielding citizen would do. I bribed them with a honey bun all while saying, “Y’all help me make a list of things I trust more than this whole leadership situation.” And the list came out longer than a CVS receipt.
1. A Pre‑Rolled Joint From a Gas Station in Rural Mississippi
At least that joint is honest about what it is. It’s questionable. Crunchy. And probably packed by somebody named Scooter who listens to Creed unironically. Leadership? They’ll smile in your face while handing you a bag of oregano and calling it “premium.”
2. My Lighter With Only One Flick Left
You know that lighter. The one that’s been through the wash twice. Has teeth marks on the cap. And only works if you whisper sweet nothings to it. Yep, I trust that lighter more than any decision made in a conference room with fluorescent lighting and no snacks.
3. A Stranger’s Edible Math
“Yeah girl, it’s only 10mg.” Lies. It’s 400mg and a prayer. But even then? I trust that mystery brownie more than I trust any group of people who say “We’ve got everything under control.” While the metaphorical kitchen is actively on fire.
4. My Cat’s Judgment
My cat once tried to fight a ceiling fan. My cat also once tried to eat a ghost. My cat has never paid a bill. Filed a form. Or successfully minded her business. And yet? I trust her decision‑making more than I trust any committee that uses the phrase “thoughts and prayers” as a policy plan.
5. A Seed I Found in the Bottom of a Random Bag
Will it grow? Will it be mids? Will it turn into a sentient plant that judges me for eating Hot Cheetos at 2 a.m.? Who knows! But at least that seed has potential. Leadership? They still trying to figure out how to plug in the charger.
6. The Edible I Swore I’d Never Eat Again
You know the one. The one that had you talking to your ancestors, your ex, and a lamp you thought was Beyoncé. And yet I still trust that edible more than I trust any “official plan” that starts with “We’re looking into it.”
7. A Blunt Rolled by Somebody Who Says “I Don’t Really Smoke Like That”
It’s gonna canoe. It’s gonna fall apart. It’s gonna look like a sad, lopsided burrito. But at least it’s not pretending to be competent.
8. The Weather App in Mississippi
It’ll tell you it’s sunny while a tornado is literally knocking on your door like, “Y’all got a minute?” And STILL. I trust that app more than I trust any leadership that can’t decide if they’re helping, hurting, or just vibing in chaos.
At the end of the day, cannabis has never lied to me. It has never overpromised. It has never told me to “stay calm” while doing the exact opposite behind my back. Cannabis shows up. Does what it says it’s gonna do. And lets me process the world with a little more clarity, humor, and mercy. If leadership wants that kind of trust? They better start acting more like a well‑cured eighth. And less like a broken vape pen at a music festival.
And that’s where we’re at people. The honesty of a strain label that actually matches the effects. And the reliability of a lighter that doesn’t ghost you on the first flick. I’ll be over here placing my trust in my cat’s chaotic spiritual discernment. And that one edible that had me speaking fluent ancestor for six hours straight. At least they don’t pretend to have a plan.And that’son Mary, Joseph, and the Holy Trinity of THC. Blunt lit. Sage still smoking. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin’ and resisting.
Affirmation: “I trust my intuition, my boundaries, and my peace. I move through this world grounded, protected, and lit from within like good herb on a good day.”
“Healing on a budget isn’t a struggle. It’s a skill set. And baby, I’m out here coupon clipping my way to peace.”
-This Puzzled Life
Welcome to Part 2 of the Frugal Stoner’s Guide. It’s where we stretch cannabis like it’s Sunday dinner and make every milligram count. Because let’s be honest. The only thing worse than symptoms is symptoms and being broke. Grab your snacks, your sense of humor, and whatever dignity you have left after your last edible incident. We’re diving in.
7. Download Weedmaps
This app shows you what’s available in your area. It’s basically the GPS of cannabis minus the judgment.
8. Check Dispensary Websites for Sales
Refresh those menus like you’re stalking Black Friday deals. 30–50% off is common, and your wallet will thank you.
9. Stock Up During Cannabis Holidays
420, 7/11, and 11/30 are the holy trinity of cannabis sales. Save your points. Save your money. Save your sanity.
10. Attend Cannabis Events
Companies hand out free goodies depending on state laws. They give out things such as rolling trays, shirts, lighters, stickers. Plus, you get to talk to reps and other patients who will gladly tell you what worked for them and what sent them to the shadow realm.
11. Learn Which Products Work for Your Condition
Edibles are great for stomach issues or smoke‑free situations. But dosing? Oh, honey. Dosing is a journey. Do NOT take the whole edible at once. I did that once. Forty‑five minutes later, I was locked into the couch for 16 hours and spiritually misplaced my own butt. Start small. Wait an hour. Never say, “This is weak.” That phrase has ruined many lives.
12. Concentrates for Breakthrough Symptoms
Concentrates are discreet, fast‑acting, and don’t cling to your clothes like flower. If someone claims they can smell it, they’re lying or dramatic. Unless you blow vapor directly into someone’s face, they won’t smell a thing.
13. Distillate vs. Rosin
Distillate: fast, strong, short‑lived
Rosin/resin: full plant, longer‑lasting, more therapeutic
Symptoms don’t wait for convenient moments. That’s why I always keep a device with me.
14. Shake: The Budget Hero
Shake is the clearance rack of cannabis. It’s not pretty, but still powerful. Smoke it, cook with it, infuse it. It’s the best bang for your buck.
At the end of the day, medical cannabis shouldn’t feel like a luxury purchase you have to whisper about at the register. It should feel accessible, doable, and like the relief your body has been begging for. And not a financial jump scare. Stretch your dollars like leftover cornbread. And ignore anyone who reacts to your medication like you just announced you’re joining a biker gang. This plant is helping people reclaim their lives, their peace, and their sanity every single day. And if someone doesn’t like it? Tell them to take it up with your symptom relief, because that’s the only thing making decisions around here. Budget smart. Medicate boldly. Live unbothered. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin.’
Affirmation:I honor my body, my limits, and my bank account. I deserve relief that fits my life, my budget, and my joy.”
“If you can’t remember my name, just call me ‘indica,’ I’ll still put you down.”
-Unknown
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to tell you about another strain that when you talk about cannabis this strain will likely be discussed. And it’s the classic and very wonderful OG Kush strain.
OG Kush is an 80/20 indica-dominant hybrid strain. It’s a cross between Chemdawg x Lemon Thai x Hindu Kush. Chemdawg is believed to be from Thai and Nepalese landrace strains. However, the exact lineage is unknown. And it’s also said to originate from bag seed found at a Grateful Dead concert in the 90s. Lemon Thai is a cross between a classic Thai landrace strain. And it’s crossed by Dutch Flowers x Hawaiian sativa. Hindu Kush is a landrace strain from the Hindu mountain range. This strains origins start in Florida. The “OG” is sometimes called “Original Gangster, “ “Ocean Grown” or “Original Grower.” And it’s known to be a foundational strain. Matt “Bubba” Berger cultivated the strain from an accidental cross involving Lemon Thai x Chemdawg. Berger then brought the genetics to Los Angeles in 1996. Josh Del Rosso refined its cultivation and distribution thereby solidifying its legendary status.
Top terpenes in this strain are Myrcene, Limonene, Caryophyllene, Linalool, and Pinene. Patients report relief from stress, anxiety, chronic pain, insomnia, depression, and appetite loss. This strain is perfect for breakthrough pain. This strain is perfect for breakthrough pain. “Couchlock” is readily available even without being asked. So not one to use during the day unless you have time for the effects to wear off before doing an activity. Oh, and keep the Cheetos available for mass consumption. Please keep in mind that each grow will be different and the flower’s effects will differ depending on which region of the country that the plant is grown. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin.’
Affirmation: The plant guides me toward clarity, not escape.
“Healing shouldn’t require a credit check. Sometimes the best medicine is the one you can actually afford. And the peace of mind that comes with it.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let’s go ahead and address the elephant in the dispensary. Medical cannabis is healing, holy, and helpful. But the prices? The prices are giving “Are you sure you don’t want to just suffer instead?” energy. I walked in once, saw the total, and my debit card tried to crawl out of my wallet like, “Absolutely not, ma’am. I was not built for this.”
But here’s the truth. Nobody should choose between relief and rent. Nobody should be out here raw‑dogging life because the dispensary menu looks like a luxury steakhouse. So today, we’re talking about how to medicate on a budget without selling plasma, pawning your air fryer, or pretending you suddenly love CBD-only gummies. Grab your spreadsheet, your sense of humor, and whatever dignity you have left after your last edible incident. Because we’re going in.
For those of us who need this medication, sometimes the prices can be overwhelming. But no one should miss out on the opportunity to heal with natural medications because of money. And getting into the cannabis lifestyle can be overwhelming on this life adventure. I have been a cannabis patient for many years. And here are some of the things that have proven to be advantageous while feeling my way through the industry.
1. If People Judge You, Let Them Judge From Over There
If you have conservative friends or family who condemn you for using this medication, go ahead and create some distance. Their comments are rooted in outdated propaganda and vibes from the “Reefer Madness” era. You don’t need that energy. You need relief.
2. Find a Budtender and Let Them Teach You
When you’re new, find a budtender who knows their stuff. Most of them genuinely understand the products and can help you figure out what works for your symptoms. Think of them as your cannabis tour guide minus the khaki shorts and megaphone.
3. Try Indica, Sativa, and Hybrid. Then Pay Attention
Everyone’s body responds differently. Try all three categories and notice which one helps you the most. This isn’t a personality quiz. This is survival.
4. Make a Spreadsheet Like the Organized Stoner You’re Becoming
Yes, a spreadsheet. Yes, it will save your sanity. Include things like strain name, type (indica, sativa, hybrid), product type (flower, edible, vape, concentrate), lineage, terpenes, effects, brand, dispensary, and your personal notes. After a while, you’ll start seeing patterns. If you like two strains with the same terpenes, chances are you’ll like others with those same terpenes. This is how you stop guessing and start shopping smart.
5. Write Down What You Actually Think
Don’t be shy. Write your honest opinions. Did it help? Did it flop? Did it make you clean your entire house at 2 a.m. or contemplate the meaning of life? Write it down.
6. Start With Prerolls and Rotate Them Like a Pro
Prerolls are budget‑friendly and great for beginners. I keep a rotation because your body adjusts to new strains every 3–4 days. Rotating helps with symptoms and keeps your tolerance from climbing Mount Everest. This saves money and keeps your medication effective.
This type of medical treatment isn’t for everyone, and that’s okay. But for many of us, this plant is saving our lives every single day. As you learn more and grow more comfortable, you can explore fancier tools and devices. All at your own pace and within your financial lane. Healing should feel accessible, empowering, and sustainable. And with the right strategies, it absolutely can be.
At the end of the day, medical cannabis shouldn’t feel like a financial hostage situation. It should feel accessible, empowering, and like the relief you’ve been searching for. And not a punishment for having symptoms on a Tuesday. So, take your time. Learn about your products. Stretch your dollars. And ignore anyone still reacting like the church ladies just spotted a bare ankle about “the Devil’s Lettuce.” This plant is saving lives, easing pain, calming storms, and giving people their quality of life back every single day. And if anyone has a problem with that? Tell them to take it up with your symptom relief, because that’s the only thing running this show. Budget smart. Medicate wisely. Live loudly. Stay tuned for the second part of this blog with more useful information. Thanks for reading! And feel free to ask me any questions.
Affirmation: I honor my body, my budget, and my boundaries. I deserve relief. I deserve clarity. And I can navigate this cannabis journey with confidence, wisdom, and a whole lot of humor.”
This Puzzled Life 