If you are too lazy to read all of this scroll down to the very bottom and read the advice that I have. I have to break this up into two posts because it is too long.
I wrote on CannabisRehab.org a few times in august and I just want to let you all know that I am feeling 99% better, and I wanted to give you advice for those of you who are going through the hell that is marijuana addiction and withdrawal. I think that I've mostly sorted out what was real in my life while I was addicted and what wasn't, and what helped me while I was recovering and what didn't.
So, here is my story about how I got addicted to the drug and recovered.
When I was in seventh grade (12 years old) I had a violent episode of depression that I am sure was a result of puberty. I would have really violent mood swings, where one minute I would be euphoric and the next minute I would be so angry that I would contemplate suicide. My family has a long history of depression on both sides, with multiple suicides on my Mom's side of the family, and after her sister committed suicide my mom became a devout believer in modern psychology. Even though I was only 12 she decided to put me on antidepressants, even though in retrospect I think it would have been much wiser to have me wait it out for a little bit.
I was taking the antidepressants (Lexapro and Welbutrin) the first time I tried marijuana, which was the summer before 8th grade. I didn't get high the first 10 or so times that I smoked, but I would feel relaxed for days after I smoked, which kept me smoking on weekends. My best friends kept smoking, and I didn't see anything wrong with it (I was in 8th grade) so I kept it up.
The first time that I actually got high was probably around December of my 8th grade year, and it was an unbelievably vivid experience, even more crazy than the time I took too many mushrooms in 12th grade. After that my interest was peaked, and I smoked every weekend, still socially, like it was a religion. The antidepressants were making me get high as hell, to the point where I would have hallucinations almost every time that I smoked.
I kept going like this, without the drug taking over my life, until the summer before 9th grade, when a friend gave me a deal on a half ounce of hydro. I figured I would hold on to it for a while, and without even thinking about it started smoking every day in my room. I had a lot of money because I come from a well-off family, and I couldn't think of any better use for my money, so I just kept smoking and smoking, all of a sudden by myself. I still didn't think that the drug was a serious drug, which was idiotic in retrospect with the kinds of highs that I was having.
For the first week that I had the hydro I would have hallucinations like depth perception changes, and a few times I hallucinated that my hand was going through furniture. The only time that I ever hallucinated and object was when there was a candle in my room, and it cast a shadow on the wall that looked like the body of a naked woman.
From that point on I was addicted, although I didn't realize it, and I continued to smoke more and more. My parents actually caught me that summer, and I decided I was going to stop smoking, but I came back to it a few weeks later, because all of my friends were doing it and I didn't want to lose those relationships. I kept doing this, not unhappily, for that year, and in 10th grade I was still doing it but in retrospect I was losing my touch with reality more and more.
In the middle of 10th grade I stopped taking the antidepressants. From that point on I couldn't get anywhere near as high as I could before, and I started getting paranoid when I was high, and getting extremely anxious when I wasn't high. These symptoms just got worse and worse all the way through high school, with the addiction becoming more and more of an obvious problem. I remember lying in bed in 10th grade thinking about all of my problems, realizing that they were all related to weed, and that for all of my problems to go away all I had to do was stop smoking weed. But I couldn't do it.
Fast forwarding to 12th grade, all of my friends were completely addicted, most just to weed, but some to other drugs (percoset, coke, xanex and e) and I was a wreck because of my social anxiety. I went from being the most popular kid in school to believing that everyone was constantly laughing at me behind, my back even though in hindsight that was a complete delusion. I am athletic, attractive, and extremely intelligent, I have a unique sense of humor, and ever since I was a kid I could easily move in and out of social circles, because I have an innate ability to read other people and connect with them.
Throughout highschool I still managed to keep decent grades, which shows how smart I am. I finished in the top 50 of my graduating class and got into a really good private school. I will never get over the fact that the drug prevented me from going to a top 10 university. Looking back to the times before I started smoking and seeing how motivated, and how intellectually curious I was for someone at that age, makes me shudder to think about the possibility I had back then.
At the end of my senior year, I was such a wreck that I simply couldn't talk to anyone. My anxiety was so built up that talking to people made me sick to my stomach. I was paranoid all of the time, and I was obsessed with the idea that if I could simply talk to one person all of the problems would go away. I had no idea that pot can cause people to develop problems like this. I had completely forgotten what life was. All of my thinking was based around stupid abstract ideas that were a result ofover-analytical thinking. I felt socially retarded. Not smoking any more barely seemed like an option to me.
I wrote on CannabisRehab.org a few times in august and I just want to let you all know that I am feeling 99% better, and I wanted to give you advice for those of you who are going through the hell that is marijuana addiction and withdrawal. I think that I've mostly sorted out what was real in my life while I was addicted and what wasn't, and what helped me while I was recovering and what didn't.
So, here is my story about how I got addicted to the drug and recovered.
When I was in seventh grade (12 years old) I had a violent episode of depression that I am sure was a result of puberty. I would have really violent mood swings, where one minute I would be euphoric and the next minute I would be so angry that I would contemplate suicide. My family has a long history of depression on both sides, with multiple suicides on my Mom's side of the family, and after her sister committed suicide my mom became a devout believer in modern psychology. Even though I was only 12 she decided to put me on antidepressants, even though in retrospect I think it would have been much wiser to have me wait it out for a little bit.
I was taking the antidepressants (Lexapro and Welbutrin) the first time I tried marijuana, which was the summer before 8th grade. I didn't get high the first 10 or so times that I smoked, but I would feel relaxed for days after I smoked, which kept me smoking on weekends. My best friends kept smoking, and I didn't see anything wrong with it (I was in 8th grade) so I kept it up.
The first time that I actually got high was probably around December of my 8th grade year, and it was an unbelievably vivid experience, even more crazy than the time I took too many mushrooms in 12th grade. After that my interest was peaked, and I smoked every weekend, still socially, like it was a religion. The antidepressants were making me get high as hell, to the point where I would have hallucinations almost every time that I smoked.
I kept going like this, without the drug taking over my life, until the summer before 9th grade, when a friend gave me a deal on a half ounce of hydro. I figured I would hold on to it for a while, and without even thinking about it started smoking every day in my room. I had a lot of money because I come from a well-off family, and I couldn't think of any better use for my money, so I just kept smoking and smoking, all of a sudden by myself. I still didn't think that the drug was a serious drug, which was idiotic in retrospect with the kinds of highs that I was having.
For the first week that I had the hydro I would have hallucinations like depth perception changes, and a few times I hallucinated that my hand was going through furniture. The only time that I ever hallucinated and object was when there was a candle in my room, and it cast a shadow on the wall that looked like the body of a naked woman.
From that point on I was addicted, although I didn't realize it, and I continued to smoke more and more. My parents actually caught me that summer, and I decided I was going to stop smoking, but I came back to it a few weeks later, because all of my friends were doing it and I didn't want to lose those relationships. I kept doing this, not unhappily, for that year, and in 10th grade I was still doing it but in retrospect I was losing my touch with reality more and more.
In the middle of 10th grade I stopped taking the antidepressants. From that point on I couldn't get anywhere near as high as I could before, and I started getting paranoid when I was high, and getting extremely anxious when I wasn't high. These symptoms just got worse and worse all the way through high school, with the addiction becoming more and more of an obvious problem. I remember lying in bed in 10th grade thinking about all of my problems, realizing that they were all related to weed, and that for all of my problems to go away all I had to do was stop smoking weed. But I couldn't do it.
Fast forwarding to 12th grade, all of my friends were completely addicted, most just to weed, but some to other drugs (percoset, coke, xanex and e) and I was a wreck because of my social anxiety. I went from being the most popular kid in school to believing that everyone was constantly laughing at me behind, my back even though in hindsight that was a complete delusion. I am athletic, attractive, and extremely intelligent, I have a unique sense of humor, and ever since I was a kid I could easily move in and out of social circles, because I have an innate ability to read other people and connect with them.
Throughout highschool I still managed to keep decent grades, which shows how smart I am. I finished in the top 50 of my graduating class and got into a really good private school. I will never get over the fact that the drug prevented me from going to a top 10 university. Looking back to the times before I started smoking and seeing how motivated, and how intellectually curious I was for someone at that age, makes me shudder to think about the possibility I had back then.
At the end of my senior year, I was such a wreck that I simply couldn't talk to anyone. My anxiety was so built up that talking to people made me sick to my stomach. I was paranoid all of the time, and I was obsessed with the idea that if I could simply talk to one person all of the problems would go away. I had no idea that pot can cause people to develop problems like this. I had completely forgotten what life was. All of my thinking was based around stupid abstract ideas that were a result ofover-analytical thinking. I felt socially retarded. Not smoking any more barely seemed like an option to me.
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