I need whatever followers that are still active to read this.
THC helped me get through some extremely dark times. It allowed me to feel comfort, when otherwise uncomfortable. It gave me a sense of security, when I wasn’t able to provide that sense on my own. It gave me hope when hopeless. It gave me a hobby when I was passionless.
I no longer feel passionate about cannabis like I once did. I’m dependent on THC physically due to its anti inflammatory properties that help me with my life long digestion issues. The truth is, I cannot consume THC without panicking anymore. Im slowly attempting to ween off, so I can attempt a completely sober lifestyle. I feel guilty/responsible for glorifying something that has the potential to lead someone into depression and anxiety. I have so much more to offer the world than what I’ve been giving. We are all so much more capable then we can possibly imagine. Today is ~day 10 of an ongoing nervous breakdown. I believe I had been masking my emotions for so long, that I became flooded with years of repression all at once. I have cried and wept more these last 10 days, then I have in the last 10 years.
Thankful to have family that supports me, and all of my endeavors. Thankful for their understanding, even though I’ve been defiant for longer than I can remember. I know this feeling isn’t forever, and I hope I can enjoy THC in moderation again one day.
Inbox always open if you’re struggling in any way, I may not be emotionally available right away but I’m more than willing to give my perspective on things if it’s requested. Life is a gift and we need to use it wisely.
2087
tangentwithtanner
izzy806
dailybridgerton
