NYC Diesel: The Perfect Strain For Creativity

This is exactly why you need to try it

Some beautiful buds. Photo by Get Budding on Unsplash

Today began with promise.

Yesterday, I landed a passion project with a far-too-generous client, who included a ticket to a sold-out Red Rocks show in my job offer. I awoke to another reply on my Reddit post on r/hireawriter, along with news that one of my latest stories, “The Rhythms of Womanhood”, had been tripled curated.

The only thing that could make the morning better was a little bit of cannabis.

I’ve been cutting back lately. Being a freelancer and being stressed about money this month has led to an insane uptick in my smoking habits. I try not to smoke out of boredom — I like to have an activity in mind, a purpose behind smoking. Either that, or it’s to help alleviate my anxiety.

Despite all of the new abundance in my life, all I can think about is how I’m filled with anxiety. I should just be eminently grateful, uncaring for the anxiousness that even now rests in my gut.

But even happy things make me anxious. Lately, being incredibly excited can lead to panic attacks. It’s not just negative feelings that induce my anxiety, which I find hilarious.

It’s one thing to be crying and in psychic pain, while hyperventilating, but quite another to be…