We get it. We’re a weed and shrooms delivery service. If you have any critical thinking skills at all you’d gather then we’re in the business of getting people high out of their minds. While this is sometimes true, and we’re happy to bring joy to the Locals Only family in any way we can, a majority of our clientele are actually people in physical or mental pain looking to ease their symptoms. Whether it be a stay at home mom looking to use edibles to relieve the constant reminders of her chronic illness, or a veteran trying to find a solution for his PTSD after endless failed attempts at other traditional forms of anti-depressants, the amount of positive reviews and heartfelt thank you’s we have recieved have encouraged us to spread our findings with as many ears as will listen (or, rather, eyes that will read).

You can call me Aurora. It’s one of the many aliases I’ve used since I’ve gotten into the grey area industry that is weed and shrooms in Washington, D.C. With weed being made legal, and shrooms being decriminalized we remain in this strange middle ground where we have to take “donations” rather than accept credit cards like any other business and feel this constant fear of being proud to do what we do. It’s unfortunate, as after all we strictly offer plants and fungi, not chemical filled pharmaceuticals or fentanyl laced street drugs devastating families daily. We like to think we’re the “good guys”– improving families and providing healthier alternatives for healing. But laws and regulation don’t always (or hardly ever) prioritize good over dollars, and that’s the unfortunate game we have to play.

My personal mental health history is an absolute shit show. I’ve been “off” since the 8th grade, and now at 30 I can finally say I’m consistently stable and happy. Before the sunshine, however, I was a suicidal mess with Bipolar 2 Depression. I spent my teens and majority of my 20’s testing just about every medication that existed. When one would work I’d spend the next 6 months absolutely elated that I was “cured”. Slowly but surely, though, each time the symptoms would creep back and I’d be devastated thinking I’d just have to, somehow, get thru the entirety of my life like this. I didn’t just try meds, for the record. I did the counseling, the mood-enhancing vitamins, the exercise, the damn sun lamps you put in your face during the winter time. When I was doing well, I was a successful woman in media sales. When I wasn’t, I found myself wearing anti-slip socks in the psych ward. So began my research into alternative solutions, because this lifestyle was not going to work.

When I began searching online for solutions to medication resistant depression there were two types of more “underground” options I kept seeing– one being Ketamine, the other being psychedelics (most commonly in the form of magic mushrooms). And hell ya I gave the Ketamine a try. However, going in to get IV infusions that left me so fatigued and loopy afterwards that I couldn’t even drive just wasn’t sustainable for me. I got so many infusions that the nurses had to start switching the which veins they used each time. The infusions also costed me $400 a visit, and was most definitely not covered by insurance.

So what about these mushrooms? I sold them long before I took them in minuscule doses to try to rid myself of my ever-so-pesky brain issue. I had done mushrooms plenty of times, but in increments for entertainment that left me giggling and seeing rainbows. The practice of micro-dosing was different.