Hello everyone.
I've been reading CannabisRehab.org for a few weeks now and have found it really helpful, but now is the time for me to post and ask for support.
I'm a 54 year old woman and have had an on/off relationship with cannabis since teenage years. I smoked recreationally from 16 - 20 but during a 25 year marriage it did not feature in my life. I divorced 8 years ago and rediscovered my old friend. At that point I could take it or leave it - it was something that I used on high days, holidays and the occasional weekend camping trip. I took a lodger in to help with the bills and she too smoked and slowly my consumption increased. Increased to an every day habit after work and sometimes most weekend days. It was still exciting then but I was concerned that I was smoking too much and would make efforts (some more successful than others) to cut down.
Then, in 2004 I met my future husband. A lovely lovely man who had never used drugs of any kind. I saw him as my knight in armour. The man who would save me, the man who would take me away from all of this to lead me to a wholesome life. I remember clearly the day I told him I smoked. But instead of shock and indignation, he was excited as a kid in a sweetie shop and couldn't wait to try it.
Fast forward 5 years and what a mess it has become.
Our smoking is now habitual and the amount we are smoking has increased to a crazy level. We don't work, we live very simply on a small pension and a large percentage of that pension goes toward our habit.
And here's an issue that I need help with. My husband is a wonderful man, a hugely optimistic, blue sky approach guy who can see the good in everything and the bad in very little. He is handling the smoking far better than me. He's still fairly 'new' to the game and enjoys the wonderful feelings he gets when he smokes. Right now he can't see the damage it is doing to us and where it might take us.
I on the other hand am turning into an anxious wreck. I seem to be the one who has taken on the role of looking to the future and seeing where and when the hell this will all come to an end. I have all the worst side effects from smoking now but believe myself unable to stop.
It's taken me long time to stop 'blaming' my husband for not doing the old knight in shing armour bit and I longer time for me to come to see that my smoking is my issue. While he supports me, he really isn't at a point in his life where he wants to stop - and I can't make him - but I do need to stop myself. FOR myself, but also for our marriage. I have the foresight to see where this may all end and I need to be the one to take action and soon.
Not stop for a day or two or even the 2 months we once managed. I need to stop for good and forever. I know that now. I can't bear the feelings, the paranoia, the lethargy, lack of exercise, excess food that I eat on a daily basis, the lack of love making and, above all the cloud that hangs over me every day and that few of my family and friends know about. I'm a dope smoker and I have a guilty guilty secret. It's not good for my soul and it needs to stop.I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired and I want it to change.
So there we are. I know what I have to do. I've downloaded information and bought the Cannabis Coach course. I have the support of my husband and as hard as I know it's going to be I know it has to be done.
So sensible I am, yes? So calm, so sure, making intellegent choices. So why am I sitting here, terrified, close to tears and so so disappointed in myself that I've got us into this bloody mess.
I need your help guys. I need to know how it can be in the future so I can get through the present.
Thank you for reading my post.
Pat
I've been reading CannabisRehab.org for a few weeks now and have found it really helpful, but now is the time for me to post and ask for support.
I'm a 54 year old woman and have had an on/off relationship with cannabis since teenage years. I smoked recreationally from 16 - 20 but during a 25 year marriage it did not feature in my life. I divorced 8 years ago and rediscovered my old friend. At that point I could take it or leave it - it was something that I used on high days, holidays and the occasional weekend camping trip. I took a lodger in to help with the bills and she too smoked and slowly my consumption increased. Increased to an every day habit after work and sometimes most weekend days. It was still exciting then but I was concerned that I was smoking too much and would make efforts (some more successful than others) to cut down.
Then, in 2004 I met my future husband. A lovely lovely man who had never used drugs of any kind. I saw him as my knight in armour. The man who would save me, the man who would take me away from all of this to lead me to a wholesome life. I remember clearly the day I told him I smoked. But instead of shock and indignation, he was excited as a kid in a sweetie shop and couldn't wait to try it.
Fast forward 5 years and what a mess it has become.
Our smoking is now habitual and the amount we are smoking has increased to a crazy level. We don't work, we live very simply on a small pension and a large percentage of that pension goes toward our habit.
And here's an issue that I need help with. My husband is a wonderful man, a hugely optimistic, blue sky approach guy who can see the good in everything and the bad in very little. He is handling the smoking far better than me. He's still fairly 'new' to the game and enjoys the wonderful feelings he gets when he smokes. Right now he can't see the damage it is doing to us and where it might take us.
I on the other hand am turning into an anxious wreck. I seem to be the one who has taken on the role of looking to the future and seeing where and when the hell this will all come to an end. I have all the worst side effects from smoking now but believe myself unable to stop.
It's taken me long time to stop 'blaming' my husband for not doing the old knight in shing armour bit and I longer time for me to come to see that my smoking is my issue. While he supports me, he really isn't at a point in his life where he wants to stop - and I can't make him - but I do need to stop myself. FOR myself, but also for our marriage. I have the foresight to see where this may all end and I need to be the one to take action and soon.
Not stop for a day or two or even the 2 months we once managed. I need to stop for good and forever. I know that now. I can't bear the feelings, the paranoia, the lethargy, lack of exercise, excess food that I eat on a daily basis, the lack of love making and, above all the cloud that hangs over me every day and that few of my family and friends know about. I'm a dope smoker and I have a guilty guilty secret. It's not good for my soul and it needs to stop.I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired and I want it to change.
So there we are. I know what I have to do. I've downloaded information and bought the Cannabis Coach course. I have the support of my husband and as hard as I know it's going to be I know it has to be done.
So sensible I am, yes? So calm, so sure, making intellegent choices. So why am I sitting here, terrified, close to tears and so so disappointed in myself that I've got us into this bloody mess.
I need your help guys. I need to know how it can be in the future so I can get through the present.
Thank you for reading my post.
Pat
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