So, I went to therapy today, ready to talk about these fucking flashbacks. I asked MT (my therapist) to light the sage because I always feel that it cleanses the room of the bad energy from the things I talk about. As MT lit the sage, I told her that I lit some at home the other day, and my kids complained about the terrible smell. MT laughed and said that burning sage was an acquired smell. I said that I’ve always enjoyed it. MT replied, “well, in a past life you must have been” and then she paused. I thought she was going to say a healer or shaman or mystic. “A stoner”, MT finished. I laughed so hard, and so did MT.