I Tried CBD for 30 Days—and Accidentally Became a Chill Person
Featuring: Fewer meltdowns, deeper sleep, and zero printers thrown
Let’s get one thing straight: I’m not naturally relaxed. My blood type is probably espresso. I check my email while brushing my teeth. I apologize to chairs when I bump into them. I once yelled at my Wi-Fi router for buffering a meditation app. On the spectrum of calm, I fall somewhere between “over-caffeinated squirrel” and “nervous raccoon in daylight.”
So, when I heard CBD could help, my inner skeptic cackled like a cartoon villain.
“You mean weed’s law-abiding cousin is gonna fix my brain gremlins? Sure, Jan.”
But I’m also the kind of person who makes questionable decisions in the name of content—and my therapist said, “Why not?”—so I gave it a go: 30 days of CBD using only products from HypernovaCBD.com, a boutique Ohio company that treats hemp like a wellness art form.
Day 1: “Is This Legal or Am I About to Get Kicked Out of Book Club?”
I triple-checked the label like I was smuggling CIA secrets. Yes, CBD is legal—but I’m the kind of person who whispers “parmesan” at airport security just to be safe. Thankfully, Hypernova’s packaging looked sleek, classy, and didn’t scream “high school garage band.”
I started with their tincture—just a few drops under the tongue. It tasted like citrus and inner peace had a baby. I waited for a dramatic change: maybe a psychedelic vision or a surprise visit from my higher self.
Instead… I just exhaled. Like, deeply. The kind of exhale you only do in yoga class when the instructor says “release your jaw” and you realize you’ve been clenching it since 2007.
Week 1: “CBD is the Chill Older Sibling I Never Had”
Each morning, I took my drops or chewed one of Hypernova’s gummies (they taste like vacation). Each evening, I didn’t spiral into existential dread while doom-scrolling. Progress.
No fireworks. No magic. Just subtle wins:
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When Karen from accounting sent 14 Slack messages, I didn’t throw my laptop.
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When traffic hit, I didn’t fantasize about living in the woods (as hard).
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When my cat knocked over another glass, I simply nodded like, “Yes. Overthrow the system.”
This wasn’t numbing. It was balancing. Like my nervous system finally got a spa voucher.
Week 2: “Side Effects May Include Humming in Public”
Day 10: I caught myself humming in the grocery store. Either I reached inner peace, or I forgot my headphones again.
My partner looked concerned. I wasn’t rage-cleaning the kitchen post-dinner. “Are you okay?” they asked. I shrugged. Honestly, I wasn’t sure.
My inbox still looks like a digital crime scene. But at least I’m opening it without needing a support group.
Week 3: “My Friends Think I Joined a Cult (Spoiler: It’s Just CBD)”
My mom asked if I joined a cult because I stopped snapping at the printer. My friends rebranded me from Stresszilla to Zen Den.
Even my dog noticed the vibe shift. We used to match squirrel-chasing energy. Now, we just vibe on the couch, pondering life’s big questions. Like, does the mailman know we’re watching?
Week 4: “The Final Boss: Monday Mornings”
Before CBD, Monday mornings felt like my brain was a browser with 37 tabs open. After CBD? I’m still a browser… but now it’s only 12 tabs. Manageable chaos.
I even meditated without immediately planning dinner. For a full five minutes, my brain didn’t scream “tacos!” That’s basically enlightenment.
The Verdict:
Would I do it again? Absolutely.
HypernovaCBD didn’t turn me into a couch potato. More like a couch sweet potato—still cozy, just glowing a little.
CBD isn’t a miracle cure. It’s the chill sitcom friend who walks in during chaos and says, “Let’s order pizza.” I came. I saw. I chilled. And my anxiety finally packed its bags.
If you’re thinking about trying CBD, remember: the only thing you have to lose is your stress… and maybe your old nickname.
Ready to join the calm side?
Check out HypernovaCBD.com and let your inner Zen Den shine.