vegaskukichyo
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That sounds rough. Yeah, pot especially when combined with other substances can substantially fuck with your brain chemistry. I struggled with serious motivation issues and intense depression all through my addiction and up to a year after I got clean. But I was using daily. And heavily. Like any time I stepped outside I was smoking a joint or a bowl. I would wake and bake every day, usually with dabs of my rig or hits off the bong. I would also hit my little oil pen (mini dabs) all thru my classes.I never knew coming off pot can be that difficult. I have heard about the nightmares and anxiety but it almost sounds like benzo withdrawal!!! Did you use daily? and for how long? My younger brother is struggling massively with a heavy dual-addiction to meth and pot and I am trying to understand what he is going through a little bit better. I have never been addicted to either and have only used them a handful of times. My poisons are/were opiates and benzos.
He recently went to a rehab and had been clean off the meth for 2 weeks beforehand and was still smoking pot. The rehab lets people in with pot in their system, but no other drugs. Apparently he went completely nuts and was in and out of the mental ward every other day to see psychologists, psychiatrists etc, and it was all due to nightmares and pot withdrawal. On day 14 he checked himself out. He couldn't take it. Now he's back on both and worse than the couple of weeks before rehab. it's real sad to watch. 5 years younger than me. poor kid.
When I finally quit cold turkey it had gotten to the point where I couldn't stay high for more than 5-10 minutes at a time. I literally smoked to eat, to sleep, to take a shit, to survive. So yes, the mental and even physical effects of withdrawal at that point were horrific. I didn't go to more than one or two classes for about 3 weeks, I lost 15 pounds (weighing in at 135 previously), the nightmares and restlessness and full-on return of my ADHD meant I would never get out of bed, alternating between trying to sleep for a couple hours and playing video games for 6-10 hours.
About 11 months later, the depression hit hardest, especially because all my friends (from using) went their own way and abandoned me as the truly evil stuff I did during my addiction came to light. That first month of that bout of depression, I spent over $600 on dominos deliveries. Sometimes I would order from them 2 or 3 times a day. Literally the only thing that kept me (relatively) sane and alive was my NA meeting - and writing poetry.
Funny thing, tho. From the moment I finally gave in, gave up, got clean, life was all still better than when I was using. Especially when I took advantage of the opportunity to become a better person.
I hope your brother finds peace and a future. My little brother has it harder than I do too and its a horribly difficult thing to watch.
Blesséd be,
vk