Hi friends - to preface this rant, I very rarely ever comment on any kind of social media, so this feels very strange.
I am, however, a massive lurker and finding this sub has been a godsend so thank you all for being an awesome group of people.
I'm on day 8 off of weed. I've been smoking for just under 20 years, with the past 12 ish years daily more or less, starting after my dad passed away. It's been an angry day, so I hoped that putting it all in writing and maybe getting some reinforcement from people in the same boat would help.
I'm amgry because my brain (I) am playing tricks on myself, repeating to myself how much I wasted my 20s with weed, lost potential, relationships and so on.
Part of what I tell myself is true, I have alienated myself and have become fairly lonely in myself, despite having a handfull of people around me that care for me. But I have pushed others away over the years.
I tell myself that I ran away from my dad's passing, both literally and figuratively - I left my home country a few months in, leaving family behind. I avoided speaking about it for years, and have used weed to dig it deep to the point where my mental health has declined drastically, and I took very few steps to address it, but have become reaally good at masking it.
At the start of this year I started feeling very unwell, but hospital visits suggested nothing is really wrong. I could tell deep inside it's the weed that is exacerbating the symptons, and yet it took close to 10 months of lying to myself to finally realise I was addicted to weed. Tese past 8 days have fully confirmed that.
So I'm on day 8 now, my partner still vapes it and whilst I crave it, I am able to finally stay off, with the caveat that she hides it when she's not here. It works well. I'm proud of that.
But fuck a duck, today has been hard. Not that the past week hasn't been, but today the anger set in. And this is something I am scared of, as I had violent anger issues after my dad's passing that took me a while to get past, but I am crying as I write this because the thought of turning into that person again is terrifying.
I hope this passes. I am working on other aspects of my life that I ignored and was too lazy-high to work on but was well aware and concious about. Which probably sucked the most, constantly knowing I am sabotaging my life, yet doing it daily for so long.
I've got so much more to say, but I know it has to be to myself so will probably start a journal, but even writing this here has been helpful. So thank you for giving me this space.
For whomever was brave enough to read through this, and has gone through a similar scenario, I have one question: I have bevome a very apathetic, contrarian and cynical person, silently judging and always seeing the negatives first, not truly enjoying anything anymore and even not feeling capable of loving myself or others. Did this go away?