How Marijuana Ruined My Life.

Via Chelsea Perron
on Aug 26, 2015
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I am not here to preach to you about how you shouldn’t smoke marijuana.

I am not here to tell you what you are doing with your life is wrong or that you should live it my way.

I am here to show other young people like me that sometimes marijuana is not the answer.

I am not entirely against the use of this herb. There are many people out there who I know that benefit from using the oil, and even smoking it for health reasons. I understand people use it to cope with anxiety, PTSD, cancer and a range of other issues.

However, I no longer think it should be legalized or distributed in Canada any differently than it already is. I think it should be easier to get it prescribed from doctors for people who truly need it—those need marijuana to cope. Yes, cope. That is ultimately the benefit of marijuana. I know clinical trials have shown that it may be possible to treat cancer with marijuana, but the American Cancer Society says, “While the studies so far have shown that cannabinoids can be safe in treating cancer, they do not show that they help control or cure the disease.”

I was an avid smoker of marijuana for four years. For three of those years I smoked it every single day.

I calculated my total sober days in this three year period I was probably sober for about three weeks.

It started when I was going through a rough time in high school. I was deeply depressed, to the point of wanting to take my own life. I was self-harming—burning my skin with my straight-iron and or curling iron. I would cut up my hands with screw-drivers—it was pretty brutal.

Then I met a guy at the end of high school who saw my cuts and wanted to help. So he told me, “Chelsea, the next time you feel this way. Call me and I’ll come pick you up.”  So the next time I felt that dark I phoned him up. He came and picked me up, and asked me if I knew how to smoke out of a bong. I tried it and I loved it.

All the sadness, guilt, loneliness, anxiety and depression were gone. Instead I didn’t feel anything and that was awesome.

Then I started smoking marijuana everyday. I made new friends who smoked it. I dated guys who only smoked it. I would lash out at any loved one who got upset with me for being stoned at a family function saying,

“I need it to make me happy.”

I completely stopped taking my anti-depressants because those were chemicals and this was a herb from the ground. I thought I was going the natural way. This is when my downward spiral started.

I changed. I became lazy. I replaced doing things I used to enjoy doing, that made me happy before—like writing, reading, playing video games, running and taking pictures— with taking tokes from the bong.

I was spending $60 a week to keep up with my drug habit. When I woke up, I smoked marijuana. Before bed, I smoked marijuana. After work, I smoked marijuana. Every hour I was at my window lighting up my bong blazing away.

I became forgetful. I would forget important things going on in my family’s life. I would ditch friends because I was too lazy, which is a nicer way of saying stoned, to go. My eating habits became awful. I lived off fast-food and chips because of the munchies. I can no longer eat a full meal without being stoned and I am still working on that.

I did everything high. I was never myself.  I was just floating through life on a cloud of smoky numbness. I couldn’t be excited when my brother called me to tell me how well he did on a report he wrote. I couldn’t be thoughtful and call my sister to let her know she did a good job on her public speech. I couldn’t hangout with my youngest sister without being agitated all the time. I only called them to talk or hangout when I decided it was a good time.

The only people that would hang around me were those who either wanted to smoke my marijuana or just didn’t want to get high by themselves. Whenever I didn’t have marijuana or a place to blaze at, these same people stopped talking to me.

All of my true, mature, caring friends—the ones who were there for me when I was sad or going through a hard time— stopped calling me. They stopped asking to hangout, because my conversations went from “I read this really interesting book the other day you should take a look at it” to “You should have seen the “nug” I got the other day, it was bigger than a frog I swear.”

My brain was being fried. They were growing up and doing things with their lives while I was wasting my time and money. Now, not all of my friends did this. I am truly grateful for all the people in my life who called me despite everything—despite the fact that my whole life revolved around pot. I was into guys who smoked pot. I had friends who smoked pot. I knew where to find a hook-up for pot. And the friends who smoked it weren’t friends if I didn’t.

Marijuana actually made my anxiety worse. I started to become paranoid about going out in public because I thought everyone knew I was stoned. I couldn’t go into places with large groups without having anxiety attacks. My depression got worse because I locked myself in my house all day and I stopped doing things that made me happy.

I was numb—all the time.

My anxiety got so bad that I had to leave my home, my boyfriend and my job to move back with my mom and get help.

I couldn’t function on a daily basis without having at least five panic attacks—paranoid thought attacks. I was missing out on great opportunities because I had zero motivation. I had to come to the realization that I had gotten this low through my own choices and actions. Once I made this step, how many of my stoner friends have called me to see how I’m doing? Zero.

I haven’t been off the pot for a long time now, but since I have, my thoughts have been healthier, my relationships are slowly mending and I’m slowly getting my life back. However, when I’m bored, I find myself thinking things like, “Man, I wish I could take a fat bong rip right now.” I am fully aware of how dumb that sounds. How immature. How little of my good qualities these thoughts actually reflect.

I abused marijuana.

I’m sure there are people out there that can function fully and still have great relationships while living the higher life. I’m so happy it works for you, but for me it just didn’t. I’m not here to judge, look down on or resent anyone. You do your thing and I’ll do mine.

For me, smoking marijuana was not the answer. If I had used alcohol like I used marijuana to cope with life, I would be an alcoholic. If I used cocaine in the same way, I would be an addict. It’s the same thing.

To truly work on ourselves you have to be ourselves, and when we are in an altered state of mind, we are not ourselves.

How can we be happy with who we are if we aren’t actually being who we are?

I hope that marijuana becomes more available medically, for those who need it. However, I don’t think it should be freely available to anyone to abuse it as I have. Especially not young people.

I was a child when I started using marijuana and I did not know how to use moderation.

May my story be of benefit and may you know that you have the freedom to live your life the way you want to. I hope you make good use of that freedom.

 

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Author: Chelsea Perron

Editor: Khara-Jade Warren

Image: Wikimedia Commons

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About Chelsea Perron

Chelsea Perron is a 20-year-old born and raised Canadian girl. She has lived all over but her heart seems to keep pulling her back to Alberta. Her eight-month-old puppy is her entire world. She loves hiking, taking pictures, playing nerdy board games and hanging with family & friends. She’s the weird gal in the background with a camera catching every moment and gifting those pictures later on birthdays or Christmases! She loves all animals and all people no matter their differences.

Comments

58 Responses to “How Marijuana Ruined My Life.”

  1. Sacred Herb says:

    Chelsea, please know that you have been blessed by the sacred herb! Before, you were cutting yourself, depressed, etc. The sacred herb showed you how rich life could be. And showed you you didn't need it to be in the flow with life. Had you used it reverently and ceremoniously as it is meant to be used, you could have had a sublime experience continuing. But that was not your path. Please bless the herb for showing you your way.

  2. Matt says:

    Me too! I smoked marijuana 15 year’s and it does do all these things,i had exact same expetiences,and i observed alot of friends going through the same shit,its very counterproductive and definitely kills motivation,and potential,along with artificially coping with your problems, health wise it will never hurt you,but it definitely effects all aspects of your life,people get hooked on it and will defend it to no end,sometimes people are just blind to the truth, it scares me to think of it being legal and used recreationaly,as if society isnt on a down hill spiral already
    ….10 years of legalization…my god the effects on 300 million people would me indescribable, i hope i dont live to see it,drugs are BAD!! No matter what they are,this generation is so confused

  3. Chris says:

    Chelsea, thank you for your honesty. Your story inspired me to give up the addiction as well. I’ve wasted a good chunk of my life. But, I’m doing good now. Working, school, GF is keeping me busy and having money in my pocket is always nice. Don’t let these nay Sayers bring you down.

  4. Sam says:

    THIS IS THE COMMENT YOUR LOOKING FOR (hope this saved you a lot of time lol…)

    Im from Santa Cruz California and have smoked, grown and sold more weed than most* of you (yes, you. the reader) and your closest one million friendsx2. Now that the pictures painted, i want to share my own opinion. I loved smoking weed for a long time. I still do love the plant but that doesnt mean i still choose to smoke it. Why you ask? Because kids, over the years it can and will effect your life. Wether you as a person is ok with that influence is a different story. My advice for anyone who smokes at any rate or for any length of time is to simply listen to your conscience. Everyone has their own road to go down and phases to go through, but if your conscience calls youve gotta listen to that one hell of a wise mother fucker.. It wasnt the physical changes in my life that really got to me. Life has been an easy game for me. It was questions in the back of my mind like these following that turned me into the non-smoking, message board reading, comment leaving person i am this very….few minutes. Anyway, heres a few examples of the sort im just throwing out there..

    -how would i truly even know if im living life to the fullest?

    – if i was to fail one day at say, anything potentially important, would i be left wondering what if or would i live on happily knowing i gave it my all?

    -How would i develop as a person differently overtime with or without?

    -What negative results might stem from how others negatively view my habbit? (Perception is reality, sorry to bust that gem out on you, you STONER;))

    -Am i possibly affecting others in my life?

    Point being, every action has a reaction and i dont want to be left wondering at any point in life, what if.

  5. Dora says:

    You wouldn't know the ill effects untill you stopped taking it. It's like people, You keep them high and worship them and think they are god they'll always be on your good side, making your life nice. Say one word against, or break a trust, that's when the evil twin comes out.
    If you really wanna prove the Lack of ill effects, maybe you should stop it for a month heck maybe even just a week and check for yourself. If you can be happy on your own and ecstatic then No harm done.

  6. Daniel says:

    People, people of all people, there is a specific religious way that we ought to consume cannabis, you absolutely cannot benefit from it by smoking it day after day. It is meant to be smoked at least two to three weeks in between. Of you do this, you are using it properly, you will have a guy functioning sober mind after you enjoy a toke, but still enjoy the temporary effects of cannabis, but the way to learn is to be sober, if you aren’t sober for at least a week or two and decide to toke in between, Your start the cycle of dysfunction

  7. Medric says:

    This sounds more like a lack of self-control to stop a habit than addiction. As a smoker of 10+ years, I do agree that marijuana can be habit-forming, but when I compare it to tapering off my psychiatric medications, such a klonopin or oxycodone, there is simply no comparison. The fact is that drugs like alcohol and nicotine are legal, which (personal experience) are very addictive physically and mentally. In the end, people will use drugs whether they are legal or illegal, so legalization and education is the best method honestly. When something is legal, it is much more likely that someone will know the negative effects and consider them rather than trying to keep it out of mind.

  8. UncleSammy says:

    The government are not your parents correct. However, they make the rules and regulations of the country that coincide with their doctrines and beliefs. Sure your body is your choice 'in theory', but when you break the law, it's their choice to lock you up for breaking the laws and do with your body as they please.. You may think the government has one job, but they have quite a few and this is not a democracy or a republic like you are believed to think. It's a class-based Oligarchy Plutocracy.

    For example, there is an incentive to incarcerate people. The prisons are privately owned (I know because I am invested in one), and the government is the one paying these prisons to lock people up (to make employees behind bars) to make goods at an extremely low cost to benefit those at the top. So don't go for the low hanging fruit and thinking that locking people up is hurting this country.

    I suggest with your beliefs you move to a real republic. SUCK I KNOW!