I haven't used any cannabis in 78 days now.
Throughout the duration of my long term recovery from a severe addiction to this drug, I was obsessing over it most of the time, and I was convinced that I was only going through this extreme, miserable suffering so that I could enjoy cannabis responsibly again with a fresh mind. It was all for the betterment of the weed, I thought. However, now that the drug does not have such a hold on me, common sense is coming into play. How could anything that made me feel like such utter garbage in withdrawal ever be worth it to use. Cannabis is many things to many people, but for me it is literally the devil that was stealing my life away, destroying my mental and physical health, ruining my life while setting my off course to no-man's land, and killing my sense of logic and reason. I feel like I was possessed by an evil spirit, that was controlling my mind and took many years to learn how to beat it away, which was the necessary first step in regards to picking up the pieces and getting my old life back. There is nothing in this for me, but the selfishness of satisfying a craving for a hit. Cannabis is a harmful pest in my life, and my incredibly strong attachment to it needs to be eliminated before I waste my life away.
Quitting has not been an end-all-cure-all, but I know that it is the right choice, and I know that the longer I stay off it, the better I am going to feel. Although it has been nearly 3 months, I have only just begun. In recent years I had spent tens of thousands of dollars pursuing my unhealthy obsession with this plant that was getting me nowhere. I couldn't go more than a few hours without it or I would begin to freak out. I would begin to feel the extremely negative mental and physical effects of withdrawal. When I was high, I was completely braindead and useless. There was no longer any high worth speaking of, I had burnt myself out. Of course I was burnt out, I mean all the other drugs I have done were on such an infrequent, occasional basis. God only knows how I was able to justify doing this drug all day, every day for years on end without ever being sober, until it had replaced sobriety and I needed it to function. It was quite clearly bringing me down. My ability to concentrate had disappeared, and I was basically smoking myself retarded for a very long time, in order to ward off very intense mental and physical withdrawals, that were completely unanticipated, but once I recognized it for what it was, it was already too late.
I essentially had a 2 month long panic attack when I quit. If you have had a panic attack in your life, you should know that 60 seconds is enough. My heart has been through hell due to this drug. It is a miracle that I have made it this far, without choosing to end my life. For a while, I thought that nothing could ever be worth the extreme suffering I was experiencing, and I thought that I was going to have a never-ending panic freakout until I decided I had had enough and I was ready to die. But I am beginning to see the light on the other side. My life without cannabis is going to be great. And in all honesty, I know that I will never use it again.
These days I get drunk sometimes, and I do shrooms sometimes as well. However, I am not addicted to these things. I don't get up in the morning fiending for a hit of them, and in fact I am able to go weeks or better yet months without using them at all. They were the drugs that the old version of myself used to enjoy responsibly in moderation, before I became so obsessed with cannabis that it was no longer worthwhile to use any other drug, because it would mean that I wasn't just stoned. I was that commited to it. It is a sign that I am getting back to good old me, as cannabis had completely altered my personality into someone that the old version of myself really wouldn't vibe with.
I am doing great, though. I am happy to have made it this far, as my attachment to cannabis is as severe as can be. Eliminating this harmful pest from my life, has been the most difficult thing that I have ever had to do.