I also thought weed was this harmless miracle drug. I actually thought at one point that I would smoke it everyday for the rest of my life. I must be crazy! I compared it to coffee, something that just takes the edge off a bit. I was really deluded. I was an advocate for weed, and had perfected my "weed game" so that I never ran out. It was the highlight of my life. Everyday when I got home from work, it's the first thing I did. I had it right on my table, in a place of prominence because it was that close to me. I am always the one with herb, when I hang out with friends.
But deep inside I knew something wasn't right. But I was able to push those thoughts away and dismiss them quickly, with the help of another toke. It's hard to accept that I tricked myself intentionally to protect my habit, to stay in my bubble of "almost reality".