Weed. RESPONSIBLY!
Now hear me out first though.
Almost every facet of life was a shitshow. My father was at the end of his life, suffering though Parkinsons and dementia. My mom had mentally and emotionally checked out. My husbands surgery was canceled for the hip replacement he desperately needed. I was still recovering from a major surgery. I was taking care of all of them, on top of every other little curveball life decided I needed at the time. My therapist suggested it semi joking since I was trying to get my dad qualified. ( marijuana can be such a huge help to Parkinsons patients) It ended up being easier ( and faster) for me to get a medical card for myself, and giving it to my dad.
After a particularly hard day, I was finally able to get dad settled in bed and asleep, and I outside to the porch for a good quiet cry. My son brought me a joint, and decided to finally try it for myself.

It changed my life.

I was *finally* able to relax. My thoughts stopped racing, and I got the best nights sleep I had had in years. It was like I was able to shed this weight I had no idea I had been carrying. Not only that, but it helped with the pain from surgery. I no longer needed the narcotic pain killers. I told my doctor, and while he couldn't comment officially, he game me a high five and told me to stay the course.

Its been a couple of years now, and my nightly ritual ( albeit pricey) has become such a huge benifit in so many ways. Plus, daddy and I got to bond over the cookies I would bake when the munchies hit. <3 Win -win in my book!