There’s a certain kind of soul—gentle, deep-feeling, intuitive—that often lives close to the edge. I know, because I’m one of them. For years, I carried trauma silently, wrapped it in strength, and smiled through storms. But inside, I knew I was holding things too big for words. That’s why I eventually turned to psychedelic therapy—not as an escape, but as a sacred tool for healing what couldn’t be healed by talk alone.