I didn’t stop being a bully because I found compassion.
I stopped because mushrooms took away the lie that I was better than anyone else.
Mushrooms don’t care who you think you are. They strip you down to the organism underneath and remind you, bluntly, that everyone else is trying to survive the same invisible weight. Not in a “we are one” slogan kind of way — in a biological, unavoidable one.
This is the story of how taking too many mushrooms didn’t make me nicer overnight… it just made being unkind impossible to unsee.










