Post by salomonj on Sept 14, 2021 2:44:39 GMT
This is hilarious because I'm a bit tipsy right now, and my thoughts are running a million a mile right now. Came on here to make a topic about marijuanna but saw 'smoke' word out of my peripheral and decided to post on this thread instead of boring people with a new thread or whatever. I quit Tabaco and all forms of nicotine months back (never got into dip, yuck) and won't bore with details because, well, we all know for *fact* it's detrimental to health and well being. My quality of life has improved immensely since quitting, after a couple months of pure hell, I was back swinging. But everyone knows this.
I did however, feel inclined to spew out something about my weed experience, because I now have a fair amount of time off the drug and was a) curious about other people's experience and b) felt....almost liable to share mine, because, well, maybe someone can relate to it. This is coming from someone who, undeniably, abused the fuck out of the drug. I understand people can regulate it, but that's not me, it will never be me and I know I cannot touch the substance again (nor do I have the desire to).
Discovered the joys of Mary Jane right at the end of HS. I was a competitive runner during my HS years and didn't even drink (was running close to a sub 4 minute mile) but always hated the sport. As soon as my final season ended, I don't remember (ha!) how but I was peer pressured into using weed (was a staunch anti weeder at the time) but was hooked immediately. It was a joyful, spiritual experience and I latched onto it immediately and didnt look back. Went off to college as a semi regular toker but omg did it just take of at Uni in a legalized state (Cali). Before long, I lost myself, my ambitions, passions, love of life and ended up dropping out and returning to WA (another legalized state) to where my cannabis problem only intensified. It became a truly serious problem, I felt like I couldn't function without it; bong and dabs right out of bed, stayed high all day, all that was on my mind was chasing this feeling. Before long I really lost everything; healthy relationships, drive, libido, passions etc... this kept on for a few years before I realized that this addiction had gotten out of hand....but I couldn't stop...and i didn't even like it!!!! The last couple years of use the substance was purely unenjoyable, it made me paranoid, anxious, and a homebody ( completely OPPOSITE of who I naturally am). I tried quitting multiple times but always went back to it because I couldn't fall asleep without it, couldn't eat without it, couldn't find motivation without it (or with it, but I had the *illusions* of drive and energy and creativity whilst on it) but a finally committed to it and rolled with the punches....
and it was easily the best decision of my entire life. I'm typing this out with complete joy and freedom, my life has improved in every--and I mean EVERY-- aspect. My memory is back, my relationships are back, I feel present, I feel happy, I have no anxiety, I can socialize like a normal human again, my climbing has improved an insane amount, my lungs feel great, I can articulate complex thoughts verbally again, I rediscovered what I want out of life again, I went from shitty minimum wage jobs to being a sales rep for clean energy to companies in Seattle, my libido is back and am dating a wonderful gal: I care about life again.
This stupid fucking drug is being pitched to us as this miracle substance with no consequence. I'm proof that is not the case, I completely lost sight to who I was and wasted 3 years of my life not grounded in reality. And withdrawls are real, I felt real emotion after giving it up which I hadn't felt in years and it was overwhelming. Maybe not the physical aspect of nicotine but the guilt, denial, mental game was every bit as bad if not worse than cigs. This is coming from someone--with an underdeveloped brain in their youth--who abused the fuck out the drug so this might not apply to everyone...I understand the substance is easily regulated with most...but anyone who's reading this that has a similar experience as I, seriously, give it up and don't look back. Life is 1000x better on the other side.
Anyway, stupid drunk thoughts on my part but I feel too happy and enthused to not write about this because I KNOW for a FACT people struggle with this. I live in a legalized state and E V E R Y O N E (<--------yes, without exception, especially dudes, for some reason) who got into this crap at a young age is still wasting their life away with no intent to cast it out. And that makes me sad, because I see wasted potential, wonderful people I grew up with turn into zombies, intelligent individuals with life and potential sucked out of them, once inspired people who now make a "harmless" drug the focal point of their life. I am so thankful I got out at as young age, am back on track and so very very happy to be.
I'm so very curious, does anyone have a similar experience?
I did however, feel inclined to spew out something about my weed experience, because I now have a fair amount of time off the drug and was a) curious about other people's experience and b) felt....almost liable to share mine, because, well, maybe someone can relate to it. This is coming from someone who, undeniably, abused the fuck out of the drug. I understand people can regulate it, but that's not me, it will never be me and I know I cannot touch the substance again (nor do I have the desire to).
Discovered the joys of Mary Jane right at the end of HS. I was a competitive runner during my HS years and didn't even drink (was running close to a sub 4 minute mile) but always hated the sport. As soon as my final season ended, I don't remember (ha!) how but I was peer pressured into using weed (was a staunch anti weeder at the time) but was hooked immediately. It was a joyful, spiritual experience and I latched onto it immediately and didnt look back. Went off to college as a semi regular toker but omg did it just take of at Uni in a legalized state (Cali). Before long, I lost myself, my ambitions, passions, love of life and ended up dropping out and returning to WA (another legalized state) to where my cannabis problem only intensified. It became a truly serious problem, I felt like I couldn't function without it; bong and dabs right out of bed, stayed high all day, all that was on my mind was chasing this feeling. Before long I really lost everything; healthy relationships, drive, libido, passions etc... this kept on for a few years before I realized that this addiction had gotten out of hand....but I couldn't stop...and i didn't even like it!!!! The last couple years of use the substance was purely unenjoyable, it made me paranoid, anxious, and a homebody ( completely OPPOSITE of who I naturally am). I tried quitting multiple times but always went back to it because I couldn't fall asleep without it, couldn't eat without it, couldn't find motivation without it (or with it, but I had the *illusions* of drive and energy and creativity whilst on it) but a finally committed to it and rolled with the punches....
and it was easily the best decision of my entire life. I'm typing this out with complete joy and freedom, my life has improved in every--and I mean EVERY-- aspect. My memory is back, my relationships are back, I feel present, I feel happy, I have no anxiety, I can socialize like a normal human again, my climbing has improved an insane amount, my lungs feel great, I can articulate complex thoughts verbally again, I rediscovered what I want out of life again, I went from shitty minimum wage jobs to being a sales rep for clean energy to companies in Seattle, my libido is back and am dating a wonderful gal: I care about life again.
This stupid fucking drug is being pitched to us as this miracle substance with no consequence. I'm proof that is not the case, I completely lost sight to who I was and wasted 3 years of my life not grounded in reality. And withdrawls are real, I felt real emotion after giving it up which I hadn't felt in years and it was overwhelming. Maybe not the physical aspect of nicotine but the guilt, denial, mental game was every bit as bad if not worse than cigs. This is coming from someone--with an underdeveloped brain in their youth--who abused the fuck out the drug so this might not apply to everyone...I understand the substance is easily regulated with most...but anyone who's reading this that has a similar experience as I, seriously, give it up and don't look back. Life is 1000x better on the other side.
Anyway, stupid drunk thoughts on my part but I feel too happy and enthused to not write about this because I KNOW for a FACT people struggle with this. I live in a legalized state and E V E R Y O N E (<--------yes, without exception, especially dudes, for some reason) who got into this crap at a young age is still wasting their life away with no intent to cast it out. And that makes me sad, because I see wasted potential, wonderful people I grew up with turn into zombies, intelligent individuals with life and potential sucked out of them, once inspired people who now make a "harmless" drug the focal point of their life. I am so thankful I got out at as young age, am back on track and so very very happy to be.
I'm so very curious, does anyone have a similar experience?