It just gets to a point... Everyday I wake up, I feel different about weed. I had taken a 2 month break at the beginning of the year because of something traumatic happening, every time I smoked I would just think about it; that's the only thing that has made me quit in 10+ years. I seriously wish I could have an induced panic attack just to stop this shit.
It also doesn't help I've been around it my entire life. My parents would smoke in the basement when I was young, moved in with my dad years later, he had introduced it to me and that's when I started smoking. Grade 9, had friends that were curious... no problem at all, I had everything at my disposal.
I'm lucky to have had friends that were into weed and not other drugs/alcohol, even though I had dabbled a bit in HS, good thing that never stuck, I'd be in rehab, homeless or dead if I had used other substances as much as I do weed.
I keep telling myself, the only thing I get out of weed is feeling hazy, hungry, and then sleepy; it's a repeating cycle, it never ends, I smoke because it's easy to, it's easy to just get high and chill. It's also masking what's underneath and that took me a long time to recognize even though I've always had anxiety and depression. It also makes me dull, emotionally/mentally - I'm not as animated, it takes me a bit longer to process and respond to things and that's been alarming to be honest.
I've been so on the fence about this, do I just smoke at night when I'm finally done everything for the day? I feel like that's my middle ground; I wish someone could just rip off the bandage for me because obviously I can't do it.
I know I have support if I had asked, but last night I come in with a package. My mom asks "what is it" - "oh its just weed" I say, she says "oh awesome!" she looks happy for me, but I say "mom, I think I have to quit" - she asks me why, and then my stepdad comes in and says "you don't even smoke enough to quit" which I thought was funny (we're all goofy) - I can't help but to feel a bit hopeless, I want to start liking things again, filling up my days with hobbies/spending time with family and friends. I'm so inconsistent with my hobbies, relationships and creativity and weed doesn't help with that at all.
Weed is almost like that friend that is fun and goofy, gives you things, cares for you deeply, shows up to your special occasions, but is ultimately there to keep you behind on purpose. It's a life lesson I really need to learn. I can't believe I can't kick this shit, I don't even want to ask for help I just feel so fucking dumb. Sorry for long rant, wrote this to keep myself from smoking.
Cheers <3