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How Cannabis Unlocked My Journey of Self-Discovery

  • Writer: MJ Wynn
    MJ Wynn
  • Nov 18, 2024
  • 3 min read

Updated: May 10


Let’s be real: Cannabis isn’t just a part of my life—it’s part of what keeps me grounded and (mostly) sane.

If you’ve ever tried to navigate the chaos of 30-something life, you know it’s a mixed bag of adult responsibilities, self-discovery, and the unavoidable “wait, am I doing this right?” moments.

And that’s where cannabis comes in for me—it’s a plant that’s become more like a friend, one that’s helped me see parts of myself I might’ve ignored otherwise.


In the beginning, my relationship with cannabis was pure curiosity. Growing up, it wasn’t really on my radar. Maybe you heard the typical “it’s a gateway” warnings, or that stoner stereotypes bit, but for me, cannabis was something I started exploring more freely once I was on my own, figuring out adulthood without the added judgment. And yeah, those first experiences were fun—but I didn’t fully understand the therapeutic depth of cannabis until life started to get real and, honestly, a bit heavy.


Fast forward to a few years ago when things got... messy. Between major heartbreak, discovering my real identity, and making some tough decisions about who I wanted to be, I needed something to bring me back to myself. That’s where cannabis came in. It became so much more than a way to relax. Instead, it was like this instant “me” time, a way to unwind and rewire without shutting down completely.

Instead of numbing things, I found that cannabis gave me the space to feel without drowning in all the feels.

And the unexpected side effect? Cannabis has actually brought my family closer, too. Maybe not everyone has a family who’d be cool with sharing a joint, but I do, and it’s something I’m incredibly grateful for. Those sessions? Some of the best bonding moments we’ve ever had. We’ve shared laughs, broken down life, and gotten vulnerable in ways that just didn’t happen before. Cannabis has been this crazy bridge, connecting us in ways I didn’t see coming, and it’s let us talk freely, with zero judgment.


It’s not just family connections, either—cannabis shifted my entire perspective on life and how I see myself. For years, I wrestled with fitting into expectations that felt wrong. I felt out of place, like I was playing a part that wasn’t me. Being stoned helps me drop that façade and lean into who I am without apology. It’s been a massive part of becoming more self-accepting and learning that there’s strength in taking up space, quirks, flaws, and all. For someone who spent years trying to fit into boxes that felt too small, that acceptance has been priceless.


And here’s the fun part—GirlyStonerPop wouldn’t exist without this journey.

Cannabis gave me the courage to create this space where I can talk about the good, the gritty, and the random thoughts I can’t seem to keep to myself. This platform is more than just a blog; it’s my way of showing how cannabis has led me not just to “get high” but to feel at home in my own skin and find clarity in the chaos of everyday life. And for me, that’s what it’s all about—using cannabis to stay grounded, to connect, and to reflect.


So, here’s to the messy, beautiful, and sometimes awkward journey that led me here. Grab a joint, get cozy, and let’s keep this conversation going.



🌷  Signed, MJ

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