Thanks for this thread HC - I've been ill so I'm not up on the deets but welcome back
I've said it before but I think pot was the most insidious of my addictions.
It was so easy to rationalise that it was ok, it was natural, it wasn't as bad as X Y or Z...
The longer I am way from my last puff the more clearly I see the reality - I was like a slave to it...it ruled me - my world shrunk to my house, and then to my room....I needed pot every day and when I didn't have it I went seriously violently ******* crazy.
I was a vacant eyes drooling zombie (way before zombies were hip).
I stole other peoples pot and lied about it. I missed important dates and occasions for my friends and family to go get high instead and I lied about that too.
I hurt people emotionally in order to get more time to smoke alone.
My life diminshed in every sense when I smoked pot.
I'm glad I had the opportunity to stop and the courage to stay stopped - cos my world's expanded again.
Pot stole it, and I got it back.
I love who I am and I love my life.
anyone on the fence - join us.
What do you have to lose?
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