I’m 30, almost 31, and I’ve smoked cannabis every day for the last 15 years. A few days ago I decided I’m done, at least for now. I’m down to my last two joints. I’m thinking about throwing them away, but I know myself, I’ll probably smoke them.
I’ve tried to quit or cut down before and it never stuck, so this time I’m going 14 days completely cold turkey and will see where I stand after that.
For most of those years I smoked weed. In the last few months I switched to hash, which is smoother and roughly halved how much I smoke. My recent trips to Morocco made me realize I don’t even like weed that much anymore. Now even hash doesn’t taste as good as it used to, and it’s the same feeling I had when I decided to quit weed. It feels like a real mental shift, not a passing mood.
From the outside, my life looks fine. I have a good job, I’m married, I have a nice car, I’m active, and I’ve run marathons. My social life isn’t affected.
But inside, it’s a different story. I have ADHD (high functioning), a difficult childhood with no father figure and a depressed mom, and a lot more that I keep buried. Weed kept it buried because I couldn’t cope otherwise. It was self-medication at the highest level. With my ADHD it balanced me out: more confidence, less stress, no more crying at night, just sleep. It let me make real friends and think deeper. In the last few years it mostly hid a constant depression after more recent painful events. My use has become excessive and I can’t justify it anymore.
for he first time in my life, it’s holding me back from how far I want to go in life. I have a golden rule with it, as long as I can enjoy what I set my mind on, I don't see an issue with it. But now, the money I spend on it genuinely disgusts me and the time I lose also. I’m not poor and I’m doing well for my age, but I could be doing a lot better. It’s a real wake-up call. I need the brain space more than I need to zone out, now that I have a day job and am building a company from the ground up.
I don’t want to wake up at 55 or 60 and realize I threw away decades smoking every day instead of occasionally.
I already have running and meditation. What I’m looking for is the mental side:
- What do you say to yourself when the craving hits its peak?
- What reminders or reasons actually got you through the hardest moments?
- For those who used weed to cope with ADHD or depression, how did you handle what came back up?
- What do you wish you’d known in the first two weeks?
Thanks for reading. Any experience, whether you quit for good or moderated, is welcome.
(PS: I guess it's part of turning 30, maturing and getting older. I know I need to be more conscious and that my wilder 20's are over haha. I would like to be an occasional smoker one day but I know myself, I'd rather not think too much about it right now it's just sushing my demons... it would only be possible if I have no contact with supplier and no stash at home. I don't live close enough to any of my friends and I have at home delivery. I already deleted his contact details, no worries. haha)