I finally gave in, however my sibling just wouldn’t stop and after at least five years of pushing, I was finally ready to give cannabis a try.
I’ve never been a recreational marijuana user.
I know this has something to do with the fact that I have near crippling anxiety and depression. This is something I’ve dealt with since we were little kids. Thinking back, I can’t remember not ever being sort of immobilized by a deep fear and anxiety. Of course, living with that will lead to depression because I end up isolating myself so much. I’ve been on some form of medication for the past nearly 3 decades. But when medical marijuana was being floated in our state, my sister did a deep dive into medical marijuana research data. She was just somehow sure that medical marijuana would not only help me manage my condition but significantly improve it. But me being me, I wasn’t interested at all at dealing with more dentists and stuff to get our medical marijuana card. So I procrastinated long enough that recreational marijuana was legalized. That was it for my sister. She basically came and got me, put me in the car and took me to the local cannabis spot, and wow, I couldn’t be more grateful for her persistence. I ended up coming home with a sativa strain and a sativa dominant hybrid strain for sale at the cannabis dispensary. That night on my sister’s back porch was the beginning of the rest of my life. The change was almost immediate because when I awoke the next day, it was dawn and I wanted to see the sunrise for the first time ever.