“Last week was brutal. I found myself crying on the couch for days, overwhelmed by what’s unfolding in our country. Even pickleball—my lifeline—felt impossible. But I knew I had to pull myself up. Prioritizing sleep, microdosing psilocybin, and leaning on my closest friends became my foundation. And through it all, one phrase kept repeating in my mind: ‘Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.’ It reminded me that my work—growing Cricket Fixes—is where my power of influence can truly bloom. There’s so much healing to be done, and I’m committed to making self-development accessible to all, no matter their financial circumstances.”