Mary was having a taxing time and there were so several reasons.
I know when her father died, Mary just sort of walled off her grief in order to simply keep going.
That’s the odd thing about dealing with death. There is just constantly so much to do. I know that I was anxious and I just let myself feel it all. But I also was blissful to be able to visit the local cannabis spot as well. There is something about smoking sativa strains that help me live in reality, whether painful or not, with some sense of perspective and new hope. I’m just fortunate that I live in a state where I can access a cannabis dispensary legally for recreational marijuana. Mary just carried on with her life as though it was just something that she was programmed to do. But then, I saw that she noticeably began to become more and more isolated. This was deeply troubling and I finally just had to confront her about it, but however, Mary was pretty adamant that she wasn’t about to deal with dad’s death, at least not consciously. So I picked Mary up for a nurse’s appointment one afternoon and afterward, Mary and I swung by the local cannabis spot. I wasn’t going to push anything on her however I just wanted Mary to be in a space that was full of compassion and understanding. I also obtained some tasty cannabis edibles for her that afternoon. I recommended that Mary nibble on those and just see if she could find a way to face her grief. This was just the ticket. It’s been two months now and Mary called to ask if my buddy and I could make another trip to the local cannabis dispensary. And I noticed a smile in her voice.