OHMYBAD, i forgot i was in the recovery forum. DAM dude sorry, i've been spending too much time in the lounge and shit. I've been researching and yes indeed, you were right cannabis has withdrawal symptomps, they aren't as bad as opiate withdrawal of course but for some people it's sometimes easy to deal with(depends alot on frequency of usage,how many years u've been smoking,etc etc just like other drugs).Now every single person is different and some of em are more succeptible to suffer more anxiety from MDMA or weed after discontinuation).My bad srsly jokes aside, i was being a jerk for nothing, i apologize.It's stupid to compare myself to other people, maybe when i discontinued cannabis nothing happened but for OP he's having a hard time. Sorry Rio Fantastic, i was high as hell when i wrote those things, i know it's stupid to try to justify what i said. But keep in mind i was intoxicated, anyways hope OP gets better with time, I'd recommend doing exercise,taking supplements, eating well, try to sleep at least 8 hrs everyday(if he can't a lil bit of gabapentin would help, it also works well for anxiety.My psych Rx'd me gaba for anxiety as needed it works wonders.) or something more natural like valeriana.OP, you can do this, don't worry there's nothing time can't heal, i'm not trying to dicksize but i've been in worse situations(i had some vascular/circulatory problems from iving too much coke and it got well with time and medication) so don't give up. Regards, NZN
You don't have to apologize to me man, its the OP you insulted. I've had weed withdrawals in the past before I got addicted to opiates and I was a little depressed, had no appetite and trouble sleeping for a couple of days, but after that I was fine. On the other end of the spectrum, I have seen people lose their minds when they run out of weed. One friend in particular was a heavy, heavy smoker, and got through 3.5-4 grams a day, easily. Me & him and a couple of others went on holiday for a week and due to his poor planning and lack of self-control he ran out on our fifth day, two days before we were flying home. He completely
lost his shit after that. He was OK at first, but as the first day without weed progressed he got more & more irritable and would start snapping at us over absolutely nothing, being really short & rude with waiters and people working retail at the shops we were in, and even hung up on his own mother when she called.
By the evening he was getting really antsy, probably made worse by the fact that even though he had ordered food when we went out to dinner he took one bite of it and then couldn't stomach anymore as he had 0 appetite (bear in mind the guy had been out-eating us the whole trip till this point). On the way back to our hotel, he checked the weather forecast for the next day on his phone and found out that it was going to rain and he went ballistic. He was just ranting at first - "Oh, well that's just fucking fantastic isn't it!? That's just what we need, a grey, rainy & miserable day. Might as well have stayed fucking home. Fucking brilliant" etc. When my friend suggested we could just find something to do that was indoors he turned on him as well - "like what?! Like what?! Lets hear your great suggestion! you don't have one? Then why are you opening your fucking mouth if you haven't got anything useful to say?". At this point we all told him he was being ridiculous & out of order and needed to calm down, at which point he just turned and left. We had no idea where he was going but at that point we didn't really care - it was actually a relief to be rid of him, for a while since his toxic mood had been really ruining the vibe (I found out weeks later that he had left to try and buy weed on the street, but had been unsuccessful).
We didn't see him again till late that night when we were all getting ready for bed. We asked him where he'd been, and he just said he'd been for a walk and that he was fine. That night, we were woken up a couple of times by him coming in and out of the bedroom, and when we woke up the next morning we found him pacing around outside smoking cigarettes. Turned out despite trying multiple times he hadn't been able to sleep at all for the entire night. That day (which wasn't raining in the end) we went to the beach first to surf, and he hardly said a word all the way to the beach. The whole time on the beach while we were having fun he complained that he was bored and asked when we could go to see the zoo, which was our next destination. We eventually got so sick of him complaining we left the beach even though the 3 of us were having fun and would have happily stayed there an hour or 2 longer. We get to the zoo, and had been walking round for half an hour, the 3 of us all having a good time, laughing & joking as we looked at the animals with him trailing behind us not saying a word. Suddenly out of nowhere he says "You guys are so FUCKING BORING! Is this your plan here then, just walk around and look at the animals and talk to each other and make jokes?! Is that it!? You guys are fucking pathetic! I'm fucking GONE!" We were all baffled as we watched him walk away, but again we didn't try to stop him since it was a relief to be rid of him.
When we got back later that night we were surprised to find all of his stuff had gone. We tried to call him but couldn't get through, and were all confused as to what had happened. We started to get a little worried as the night went on, but we figured he'd turn up the next morning since we had a plane to catch and we still had the tickets. We woke up the next day and there was no sign of him. We waited at the hotel for him to show up, getting more worried as the time to leave drew closer. Eventually, his sister called us, explaining that he was already home. We were again dumbfounded. She explained that he had gone to the airport yesterday to catch a last-minute flight (which cost him around $1400, by the way) and had turned up at her house in the middle of the night begging her for some of her weed, which she had given him. As soon as he was high he had explained to her how stupid he had been, and then at some point had passed out on her sofa, where he still was as she called us. She had tried to wake him up but hadn't been able to - remember that before that he hadn't slept at all for going on 2 days.
When we were back home and next saw him he was ashamed and couldn't apologize enough, and bought us all gifts and took us out to dinner to apologize, but I'd be lying if I said we didn't all see him in a different light after that ordeal.
tl;dr: weed withdrawal makes some people go fucking insane.
