I bought my black obsidian palm stone during a stretch that I wasn't handling especially well — nothing dramatic, just a few months where I felt raw about things I couldn't quite name. I didn't expect it to do much. I mostly wanted something to hold onto, literally.
The first few weeks, it just sat there
For a while it lived in a drawer. I'd pick it up occasionally, notice it was cold and smooth, and put it back. If you'd asked me a month in whether it was "working," I would have said I genuinely couldn't tell.
What actually changed
It wasn't the stone doing something to me so much as the stone giving me a reason to pause. On the nights I felt most tangled up in something specific — a conversation I kept replaying, a decision I was avoiding — I started holding it for a few minutes before bed, not expecting anything, just sitting with it.
I'm not going to oversell this
Black obsidian is an absorber, associated with pulling out heavier, more specific emotional weight rather than general noise. I can't tell you it processed anything for me. What I can tell you is that those few quiet minutes, stone in hand, were often the only time in a day I actually let myself feel the thing instead of pushing past it.
Where it sits now
It's out of the drawer these days, on my nightstand, and I still don't reach for it every night. But on the nights I do, it's become a small, honest signal to myself that something needs sitting with instead of ignoring.
If you're carrying something specific and heavy right now, black obsidian is a reasonable, quiet place to start.