After moving back to my hometown, I took a job at a company owned by my father’s old business associate.
It was understood that I would work my tail off and be available whenever my boss needed me.
I do a lot of the bookkeeping work throughout the week while running errands in neighboring counties every Saturday. I’ll keep working a six-day week until I run out of steam or the job changes naturally. It’s a situation where I’m just happy to still retain a source of income in an unsteady economy with lots of inflation and price uncertainty as we move forward. Still, the anxiety that comes with being aware of the pain and suffering surrounding me is enough to paralyze me and stop me from getting my work done within an appropriate time frame. But depression is no easy beast to overcome. I tried the medication prescribed to me by my doctor, but none of them worked until I was persuaded by a work colleague to try marijuana once after work at his apartment. Despite convincing myself that I had no intention of trying the drug that night, I still felt compelled to go for some strange reason. Before I knew it was exhaling the smoke and was coughing my lungs out in the process. My anxiety and depression symptoms disappeared at once and I felt immediately better than I had in well over two years. Now I am a daily user but I have to retain access to good sativa strains for daytime use, otherwise I lose my sense of focus and get too sedated to work.
Marijuana