Smoking weed made me feel like there was nothing better on earth – I used it to treat pain, both physical and emotional, when I needed to; it made me think more creatively; and I felt like I could finally forget all of my childhood abuse and past unhappiness in relationships with losers and users, and just be. I was a "high-functioning" addict (no pun intended), and held down several professional jobs while I smoke every day, several times a day. It took me a full 31 years to realize that my life was literally passing me by while I was smoking the days (and a small fortune) away. I felt the spirit of my late father speaking to me, asking me why I needed to smoke pot in order to function. He told me that he loved me, and that he hated to see me not living up to my fullest potential.
So, with the help of my great husband, I quit. I had a wonderful doctor supervising me, too, but I did at home what many people need to enter a rehab clinic for. Here's a resource that is very helpful!
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