Nobody ever got cancer from weed.....
I guess it's better than not eating. Last time I quit weed after daily toking for only two years, it took another two years of trying to eat and not kill myself before I felt normal again. Not all the time but my worst thoughts all surfaced and ate me up. I'm too old to do that again. If I hadn't been having a kid I wouldn't have done it then either.
Or it might have been the other drugs I gave up at that time, but only weed & cigs were every single day. Weed is so much stronger now than then.
I'm not functioning so well now, it was so easy doing nothing much during the pandemic.
Now I hate hearing a knock on the door and fake being just tired as I try to string sentences together if I need to answer it.
I don't drive now.
I don't phone people any more.
I struggle to work three hours a day.
I can't plan anything for after work each day because I'll forget absolutely everything until I get a vape of flower.
I've tried, but I can't do something else first, only one thing occupies all my mind and pushes all else out.
I don't know if this is my compulsive nature, perfectionism stopping me come down and see the mess or just an addiction to weed, which we all know happens to some others, but never to ourselves.
Lucky I'm not trying to give up opiates any more, I accept my buprenorphine future.
My doctor is so great, somehow I have her respect and she doesn't talk down to me, I'm not dubbing myself in to her. To compliment the bupe she gives me gabapentin, clonidine, prozac, baclofen, codeine, and a few more that help me live doped up enough to stop my brain working.
I've stopped sourcing unofficial meds completely, so that is something. I still feel doped up to the eyeballs for too long when I only want a quick hit like nicotine really, but that would be stupid, I've not smoked in seven years and not at home even those times. Occassionally I started again when my husband still smoked, but not since he stopped too.
Mostly, I'm embarrassed. I want to be the best, I showed my kids a sober life while I raised them, now I'm ignoring everyone, even them, to sit in clouds of fuzziness and it's bloody annoying me stupid. It's like I wasted all that time and trashed my life for nothing. Where did my ability to set a good example go?
Call it a mid-life crisis I guess. In the 90s I cut off contacts to stay clean and then was depressed for a long time, those two combined left me lonely. I still miss peope I cut out of my life back then and I can't say they'd lead me astray now, they'd help bring me back to the ground.
People I've met since then don't know and probably wouldn't approve because those were my new straight friends, y'know.
So I got my husband, he knows all and is content to have me doped up and happy. Happy wife, happy life. Suits him fine. He does no drugs or alcohol at all any more.
How do I accept that this is my life now?
How do I explain why I have secrets now after being totally open with my kids and hiding nothing until this?
I literally only care about this because I have (adult) kids and don't want to hurt them by turning their mom into a self-serving junkie or by lying to them either.