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CHAPTER ONE The Therapist in Pajamas CANNABIS LET’S NOT overthink it. You already know the one we’re talking about. That soft-talking, giggle-echoing, snack-summoning green friend that’s been passed around porches, dorm rooms, parking lots, festivals, and living rooms for centuries. Cannabis. Weed. Marijuana. Mary Jane. Whatever name you use, the role is always the same. The chill one. The therapist in pajamas. Cannabis doesn’t kick down the door like some other substances. She taps gently. Like, “Hey... you okay in there?” She doesn’t demand. She suggests. She doesn’t scream. She murmurs. And if you listen closely? She shows you parts of yourself you didn’t know needed air. Sometimes it’s...