washingtonbound
Bluelighter
I didn't want to post this on the dark side because this issue is specific to cannabis. Now that I'm a bit older, all drug comedowns are a bit worse than they used to be. However, it seems like now, there is no smoking at all without many days of hell to pay afterwards. Recently I took a trip to Mexico and was surprised to find a weed dispensary in Mexico City. Being naive, I thought "why not try it out since I'm on vacation." What a huge mistake. I smoked more or less a gram a day, as well as consuming edibles a few days, for about a week straight. The problem with weed is that I have terrible delusions about my use during it. Every time I would go to the dispensary would be "the last time." Of course it wasn't for that week and I destroyed my mental health as a result. Currently I'm on day 2 of no weed and have been chain smoking cigarettes to try to combat the depressive and restless feelings. Although I don't think any verbal description does it justice. It is a very distinct unpleasant feeling that comes solely after weed use. It's like I want to jump out of my skin, the anhedonia is very real and I feel like I dirtied my consciousness. But like I said it's hard to describe in words.
For some reason I've continued to use weed despite horrible consequences, the comedowns are always bad, and I always feel ashamed of myself. From 16 to around 21, weed was a phenomenal escape from reality and I would still be active on it. Now at 29 it turns me into a lethargic vegetable, and the high itself is even littered with paranoid crappy thoughts. I genuinely don't understand why I do it, I imagine to try and recreate that euphoric space I got when I was younger. But those days are long gone. I've told myself I'm done with it for good, hopefully I stick to that notion this time.
What is it about weed that turns on so many people? For such a supposedly benign plant, it really can wreak havoc on me. Just my two cents.
For some reason I've continued to use weed despite horrible consequences, the comedowns are always bad, and I always feel ashamed of myself. From 16 to around 21, weed was a phenomenal escape from reality and I would still be active on it. Now at 29 it turns me into a lethargic vegetable, and the high itself is even littered with paranoid crappy thoughts. I genuinely don't understand why I do it, I imagine to try and recreate that euphoric space I got when I was younger. But those days are long gone. I've told myself I'm done with it for good, hopefully I stick to that notion this time.
What is it about weed that turns on so many people? For such a supposedly benign plant, it really can wreak havoc on me. Just my two cents.