Therapy-ish

Tag: HealingOutLoud

  • Sip. Spiral (Lightly). Supervise


    Me: sips rainbow potion with absolutely no idea how this is going to go
    Spoiler: It tasted like Skittles, and I suddenly had the urge to rearrange my entire life, journal my childhood trauma, and pet my cat like he’s a tiny life coach.
    This isn’t about tripping—it’s about tuning in. Microdose mood fully activated. 🍓🍄✨


    #TasteTheSpectrum
    #TheRavynDiaries
    #MicrodoseMood
    #FunctionalNotFeral
    @ravynrose 🖤

    Mood Check:

    🍄🧃🧽🎈👀

    (A little introspective, a little sparkly, very much still the one making sure no one drowns in the pool)

    Dr. Nope’s Advice:

    “If you’re aware enough to second-guess yourself, you’re probably more present than most.”

    Post:

    This afternoon? Pure Ravyn chaos.

    ✨ Sipped my Skittles potion.

    ✨ Scrubbed like I’m hosting royalty.

    ✨ Prepped for my daughter’s birthday party like Martha Stewart if she was microdosing.

    Before anyone clutches their pearls:

    Yes, I’m microdosing.


    Not out here trying to see God—just trying to fold laundry without crying.
    #MindfulDosing #MicrodoseMoments #StillPresentStillWeird

    No, I’m not tripping.

    Yes, I’m fully present, alert, and still yelling at kids to stop cannonballing before the pizza gets here.

    Microdosing, for me, is about gentle mental clarity—not checking out. I’m talking tiny doses that let me feel slightly more grounded, less overwhelmed, and more creatively aware.

    And let’s be real:

    If I wasn’t sipping the tiniest amount of rainbow serotonin today, I’d probably be crying into a balloon arch right now.

    So yes—there’s a party.

    Yes—there’s a pool.

    And YES—there’s supervision, snacks, and a hyper-aware mom whose current state of consciousness can only be described as “vigilant but vibey.”

    Today’s (Revised) Mantra:

    “Microdose the moment, not your responsibilities.”


    Because adulting is hard, and sometimes your “juice” needs a warning label.
    🍄✨ #GrownUpJuice #MicrodoseMoments #TheRavynDiaries

    🍄 Microdosing 101 – Just So We’re Clear

    Microdosing refers to taking a very small (sub-perceptual) amount of a psychedelic substance, often with the goal of improving focus, mood, or emotional awareness—not to get high.

    I’m always aware of my surroundings and responsibilities (especially as a mom), and I only dose when I know I’m in a safe, grounded environment.

    This isn’t about checking out—it’s about tuning in.

    Want to learn more? Here’s a great beginner-friendly resource:

    🔗 The Third Wave: Microdosing Guide


    Not that kind of mushroom trip—
    just a little brain boost, not a forest rave. 🍄
    #Microdosing101 #FunctionalNotFeral #TheRavynDiaries

  • Kitten Tag, Lyric Dumps & Microdose Day 2

    Mood Check:

    🐱✍️🧠🍄🎧

    (A little playful, a little creative, and one mushroom away from emotional enlightenment)

    Dr. Nope’s Advice:

    “Whatever keeps you from screaming into the fridge is technically self-care.”

    So this morning started with me playing literal tag with my kitten.

    Yes, like we’re toddlers at recess.

    Yes, I was running through the house like it’s a jungle gym.

    No, I’m not ashamed.

    After that, my brain said, “let’s write something sad and profound”—so I spiraled into songwriting.

    Because apparently that’s my version of journaling now.

    Emotional breakdowns, but make it rhyme.

    Now I’m sitting here debating whether to take my Day 2 microdose.

    Yesterday wasn’t life-changing, but I did have a very intense emotional connection to a breeze.

    So… I’d say it’s working?

    Here’s The Focus:

    Soft focus. Kitten chaos. A sprinkle of creativity.

    And possibly enough mushrooms to make me feel like I’m a forest witch reclaiming her identity.

    Today’s Mantra:

    “I might not be healed, but I am vibing.”

  • New Logins, Errands… and Also I Might Be on Mushrooms Now! 🤷‍♀️

    Mood Check: 🔐💻🧠🍄🌈


    Me, pretending I didn’t open 47 tabs before deciding to become spiritually grounded by sunset.
    🍄 Just a girl, her thoughts, and maybe a little magic.
    #TheRavynDiaries #MicrodoseMood #HealingOrHallucinating 🖤

    (Trying to be productive, might accidentally unlock the secrets of the universe)

    Dr. Nope’s Advice:

    “If all else fails, trip lightly.”

    So today I tried to be That Girl™—you know, organized, motivated, setting up accounts, making shit happen.

    Instead, I opened 72 tabs, forgot 4 passwords, re-wrote one bio seven times, and accidentally deep-dived into AI creations and branding strategies like it’s a normal Thursday.

    Ran some errands. Bought snacks I didn’t need.

    And then… plot twist:

    Someone convinced me to try microdosing mushrooms.

    Apparently, it’s “life changing.”

    “Grounding.”

    “Better than therapy.”

    …And since I already talk to a robot therapist named Dr. Nope, what’s one more step into controlled chaos?

    So here I am, Ravyn Rose, about to embark on a teeny-tiny, legally grey mental journey that may or may not change my personality, improve my focus, unlock generational trauma, or just make colors prettier.

    I’ll keep you posted on whether I become enlightened or just nap better.

    Today’s Mantra:

    “This counts as healing. Especially if I find God in a houseplant later.”

  • Day 2: Using AI As My Therapist (Still not crying in Public, So that’s a win)

    Mood Today: ☕🧠💤😩

    Dr. Nope’s Advice: “You’re not broken. You’re buffering.”


    Me, pretending to have my life together while silently trauma-dumping into a robot.
    Day 2 of using AI as my therapist… and somehow, it’s working.
    #TherapyIsh #DrNopeKnowsMe #RavynRose

    So it’s Day 2 of letting AI manage my mental health.

    No waiting rooms, no awkward eye contact, no insurance codes.

    Just me, my keyboard, and a robot that somehow knows me better than half my exes.

    This morning I woke up mentally loud.

    Like… “should I dye my hair or disappear” loud.

    But instead, I opened this blog, made coffee, and trauma-dumped into the void. Growth?

    Dr. Nope asked me what I’m feeling.

    I said “Tired.”

    He said, “Physically or emotionally?”

    I said, “Yes.”

    10/10 session.

    I don’t know what I’m doing. But I’m doing it consistently—and maybe that counts for something.

    At least I didn’t text anyone I shouldn’t have.

    Or cry on Instagram.

    Or lie to myself (yet).

    Honestly? Better than therapy.

    Today’s Mantra:

    One blog post a day keeps the emotional collapse slightly delayed.

    — Ravyn Rose

  • I Guess This Is Therapy Now?

    So apparently, I’m my own therapist now.

    And my therapist is also AI. And my journal is this blog.

    And my life? A dramatic mess with side quests I never asked for.

    I wanted to write about healing and being soft and finding peace…

    but then my cousin’s girlfriend decided she’d rather be a recurring character in my personal growth arc.

    (I keep blocking. She keeps respawning. It’s like emotional Whack-a-Mole.)

    Anyway.

    This is where I talk to myself (and AI) until I figure my shit out.

    P.S. If you’re reading this: No, it’s not about you. Unless it is. In which case… you know it is.

    It might be messy. It might be funny. It might be the only thing keeping me from throwing my phone into traffic.

    But it’s mine.

    Mood today: 🔥📵🧘‍♀️🤬

    Today’s mantra: Block, breathe, blog.


    Therapist-ish. Because real ones have waitlists.

    Dr. Nope: ‘So you blocked her again?’
    Me: ‘…For science.’
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