Since Lemon isn't around to tell you: Alcohol is the only drug I've ever done. No experiments, no "tried it once," nothing. Everyone is telling me to try edibles as it "takes the edge off," but meh. I've never tried any drugs, save for 2 monsters on race day morning.
As far as my hair, that's a thing the elders usually cut. They cut mine in 2011, for the last round of Mary. It's a Northern Arapaho thing, that in a time of grieving, elders cut your hair, and over months, you can get a visual idea of healing as your hair grows. It's parochial and trite, but not much different than European tricks for getting through mourning. I haven't made the decision to cut it or not, although you might be interested to know I stopped dying it in 2018. I look at older photos of me and it's almost a different man.
I wasn't saying you had drugs in your hair - I was saying I believe hair can hold bad energy. Sounds like Native Americans hold a similar belief. Many cultures take off hair during mourning. Anyway, a new hair cut makes a new man. I view it as a way of saying "back to the drawing board. At least I can still grow hair. My younger brothers lost theirs starting at around 20. One worse than the other. Although, they look like friar tuck. That's not a good look. I'll just shave it or keep it crew cut length when I get there.
Substances/drugs are the devil. Same with alcohol or anything we do that we know is wrong. Especially when we overdo it.
Make some changes. Back to basics. The good news is that you might find you veered off a path long ago and you now get to see what's down the other side.
