Before I talked to the healthcare expert, I wanted to see if medical marijuana would even help with my troubles.
I had been anorexic for a long time now, and I was fearing the disfigurement it was doing to my body.
I tried to take care of it myself, despite the fact that I was weak, and I no longer had an appetite… My partner wasn’t happy with me, and she told me to get my weight under control, or she would leave. She hated seeing me push food around my plate and never eat it. I told him I wasn’t hungry, although she knew better. I knew she was joking when she told me marijuana gave you the munchies, so maybe I should go back to being a pothead. I was healthy back then, even if I was too heavy in my eyeah. She thought I was beautiful. I went online the next morning and started researching if medical marijuana could help with anorexia. My psychologist had talked about it, but she told me that anorexia was a mental condition that became physical. She thought marijuana may lessen my depression and I would have a better appetite. I would need to use it religiously if I wanted it to help. My mind would need to be reprogrammed and realize that eating was essential to living. I told my partner I applied for a medical marijuana ID card and had been approved. She thanked me and said she could not wait for us to get back to being us, and enjoying eating meals together. I had to agree, but it was something I could not yet picture for me.