Here I am again. I haven't posted in this thread for a long time. The last time I was here it was mostly because I had too much tolerance and just wanted a break, but since then (after another long period of smoking every day again) I've come to realize just how damaging smoking every day is for me. Don't get me wrong, I think marijuana is a wonder drug when used properly. If I could just freaking keep it under control (you have no idea how bad I want to kick myself for the fact that I can't) it could do great things for my life. Marijuana use in balance (for me, this means maybe 3-4 smoke sessions a week at MOST) makes me feel confident, more creative, helps with pain in my body, helps me be more relaxed and flexible for exercise and yoga sessions and helps me breathe deeper. But marijuana out of balance was pretty much destroying my life.
I don't know exactly how it happened but one day I just had this deep awakening about it. I cried to my boyfriend for hours, finally admitting (
really admitting, not just saying I need a break for tolerance) how bad my addiction has gotten. I was lying to myself for so long. Even though I had periods of admitting my addiction in the past I would always go right back into my unhealthy use. Now I'm looking at why I use, not just attempting to control my usage. I can't control my usage because of the underlying issues that I've been running from. Low self worth, the desire to harm myself, wanting to live in a fantasy world and avoid contact with others, avoid anything real... there are so many reason. And I know now that until I learn to heal those things I will never be able to use marijuana in a healthy way. So taking these "tolerance breaks" are really useless. I go back to smoking and have maybe 3-4 good days where I use it in a healthy balance and then I slip right back into my addiction and begin using it compulsively again, all day, every day, sometimes smoking up to 10 bowls in a row (no lie) and getting zero euphoria out of it. I was blowing through hundreds and hundreds of dollars a month, all to feel the same stoned haze and lack of happiness all day. My creative work was suffering. I'm a writer, and while occasional marijuana use fills me with creative flow, my all day stoned-ness was leaving me sitting there staring at my work with a blank mind for hours on end, unable to think up a single sentence.
It was also hurting my relationship. I found myself wanting to avoid my boyfriend most of the time and be alone in my office. Talking to him just took too much energy. I didn't exactly feel socially anxious around him as we've been together and lived together for ages, but being around anyone, even someone I love as much as him, was just becoming so agitating. It was easier to stay in my stoned fantasy world, staring off into space and imagining myself as a far better person than the one I was becoming.
Another bad thing is I basically live in fear of getting it, either because of lack of funds or lack of a hookup. I only have one hookup and sometimes they run out for months on end so my life was constantly built around finding money to "stock up" on supply in case they were to run out. This is a very upsetting way to have to live. I would say my stomach was always in knots any time I had less than a quarter ounce left, and if I wasn't able to get ahold of my hookup and my supply got down to an 8th or less I'd be crying from anxiety. It made me feel so pathetic. I'm not the type of person who wants to depend on things like that...in fact, in every other area of my life I live very independently, needing very little. I'm all about basic, simple lifestyle and this terror I'd feel over running out of pot doesn't fit with that.
I just reached a point where I couldn't lie to myself anymore. My life had become heartbreakingly sad. My anxiety was becoming so terrible that I stayed in my apartment for days on end, afraid to even go outside to take out the trash because I thought I might run into a neighbor and be forced into some sort of small talk with them... that can't be right and it's for sure not healthy... I know I'll never be a "people person" by my quiet/introverted/creative nature, but living in fear of basic human interaction? I don't want that shit.
So I decided to quit until I can do the self work necessary to be able to trust myself to use marijuana in a healthy way. That may take a couple months, a couple years, a couple decades, I don't really know. I also don't know what I'm going to do without using it medicinally as I have a health condition that makes my body intolerant to other pain medications... but I guess I'll have to make do somehow... I'm afraid to use it medicinally, it will just trigger my addiction again.
The decision to quit was one week ago today and in the past week (especially the second half of the week) I already felt major changes. I was no longer afraid to engage in conversation with co-workers in the break room. In fact I was quite talkative, even charming and funny! It was such a milestone for me to actually talk and make people laugh instead of sitting there quietly in my own little world feeling like an alien who no one understood. Although I never smoked AT or before work, even having it sooo built up in my system was effecting me a lot.
I also was able to work on my writing for hours and feel focused instead of of lost daydreaming and unable to put my thoughts together...huge for me and important if I want to have a career in the future...
It's amazing how much mindset effects things. In the past when I took those breaks I was just as much in the midst of addiction as when I was smoking. I may have not been actually using, but all day every day I was still obsessing about using, thinking about how great it was going to be when I could use again, how high I was going to get, etc. The addiction was still owning me.
I really relate to what a lot of you guys are saying here...especially powdakilla. Thank you.