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Day 100 sober! Throwing a dance party for myself. No smoke, just vibes. Best party ever.

I looked at my old "stoner recipes" notebook today. I had written down "Bread dipped in orange juice" like it was a Michelin-star discovery. Being sober means I actually use my stove for things other ...

Day 48 without weed and my boredom is LOUD. I relapsed recently and I’m trying not to disappear in shame. If you’re reading this on day 1, please know day 1 matters.

Stuck on FIFA career mode final for years — kept losing because high me made dumb substitutions. Sober me: tactical genius, perfect timing, won 4-0. Celebrated like I won World Cup. Screenshot sent to...

I spent 40 minutes last night just... watching the microwave. But here’s the kicker: I wasn’t high, so I actually realized it wasn’t plugged in after 30 seconds. In the past, I would have waited until...

No more desert throat. Can eat sukuma without chugging liter of water.

Used to "study" high — read one page, watch YouTube for 3 hours. Sober study sessions: focused, notes, passed with distinction. Lecturer: "Big improvement!" Yes, from F to A.

Started dreaming again! Used to have black sleep. Now my brain throws wild movies at me every night. Better than Netflix.

I used to hide behind the curtains every time a siren went past my house, convinced they were coming for my stash. Yesterday, a police car pulled up and I didn’t even flinch. They just went into the s...

High me had blank sleep — no dreams, just blackout. Month sober? Dreams wilder than Nollywood. Flying over Nairobi, arguing with my Form 2 teacher, winning lottery. Wake up entertained. Best free stre...

I forgot that dreams existed. Now that I’ve quit, my brain is overcompensating. Last night I dreamt I was a CEO of a company that sold hats to dolphins. It was more vivid than any 420-induced "revelat...

Tried watching Inception high multiple times — ended up more confused than the plot. Sober attempt last weekend: followed every dream level, gasped at the twists, understood the ending (maybe). Texted...

I used to swear my Golden Retriever was looking at me with deep, existential disappointment every time I lit up. I thought he knew the secrets of the universe and was keeping them from me. Now that I’...

Cooked a full meal without forgetting something in the oven. No more charcoal chicken surprises. Gordon Ramsay would be proud.

I used to hide behind the curtains every time a siren went past my house, convinced they were coming for my stash. Yesterday, a police car pulled up and I didn’t even flinch. They just went into the s...