Friday Morning Coffee

Waking up at 5am on a Friday is normal for some people, but not for me. Especially since I’m not working today, not to mention I work nights and this is around the time I’m leaving work to come home. The kids are obviously asleep and the house is extremely quiet. I made some coffee and decided to take in the sunrise. I can’t stop thinking about other patients that I’ve met the last few days. I’ve been reaching out behind the scenes to meet others that have found relief by medicating with cannabis. I truly feel that I’m who I want to be now that I have a regiment helps me acclimate to post-war life and respond to daily situations normally and not aggressively or out of anger. I try to control my emotions cognitively, but I have only found serenity in therapy and my family. I medicate so I can be a better father, a husband, and productive member of society. I don’t medicate to escape. I do it so I can be who I am inside. I recently talked to someone whom I think of as a friend. We were discussing the topic of dosing. I medicate at least three times a day. I have been medicating daily for at least three years. I would classify myself as a chronic smoker, because I do medicate regularly using combustion processes. I understand that it might not be the healthiest approach, but at this time it is my preference. I discussed that I found if I do two dabs a day with a king size cone, that will normally be enough medication for me. For a recreational user, that might seem like a lot. But as my friend said, and this stuck with me. I, like many others, we’re not being treated correctly and some self-medicated. I was on a path of destruction. I might have been masking it well, or so I thought, but I truly knew. Cannabis, has been my life raft! It saved me from drowning in my own demise. From here, now, I can see clearly and no longer am I killing myself with alcohol and drugs. Marijuana was not a gateway drug for me, but my saving grace. I understand other people might have it harder than me. My condition may not be physically seen, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel pain or extreme emotions. There are people out there that need help, help that cannabis can provide. As I was once told, look to the left and right of you the next time you are with other people… they can be patient and you would never know. Old school “stoner” stereotypes don’t fit the modern age any longer. As I see people walk into the dispensary, I see patients seeking relief…not stereotypes, not addicts, but people!