maryiscontrary
Silver Member
I am not a heavy user of cannabis , but I was a consistent one. A week ago I had some personal revelations that led me to stop cannabis for personal Improvement and development.
I am incredibly blessed to live in a beautiful city in South America. As I was observing myself over the past few years, I noticed a severe derealization was always present. I have lived here for five years, and I love walking through downtown looking at the beautiful architecture, the constant public events, and observing the classy people.
I noticed that despite being very familiar, it was very unreal. Day after day after day. I would have to ground myself by looking at the license plates to remind me I where I was living. I thought that cannabis was making this worse, or even the problem itself.
I quit a week ago, which is the longest time that I have not had it in nearly 10 years. lots of withdrawal, but I find it very necessary right now.
Well, I went to a lovely public festival last night in central park with lots of wild and beautiful fireworks. It was so cool and I felt so blessed. But I noticed that even being stone cold sober, and having the pyrotechnics just a few yards from me, I was still in that Haze and fogginess of derealization. if anything should have grounded me, yuge popping loud displays a fireworks right next to me should have done it.
I am extremely disappointed. I feel like I'll never get well and that maybe I've been mentally ill for so long that I'm brain damaged permanently. this is a real possibility.
I am incredibly blessed to live in a beautiful city in South America. As I was observing myself over the past few years, I noticed a severe derealization was always present. I have lived here for five years, and I love walking through downtown looking at the beautiful architecture, the constant public events, and observing the classy people.
I noticed that despite being very familiar, it was very unreal. Day after day after day. I would have to ground myself by looking at the license plates to remind me I where I was living. I thought that cannabis was making this worse, or even the problem itself.
I quit a week ago, which is the longest time that I have not had it in nearly 10 years. lots of withdrawal, but I find it very necessary right now.
Well, I went to a lovely public festival last night in central park with lots of wild and beautiful fireworks. It was so cool and I felt so blessed. But I noticed that even being stone cold sober, and having the pyrotechnics just a few yards from me, I was still in that Haze and fogginess of derealization. if anything should have grounded me, yuge popping loud displays a fireworks right next to me should have done it.
I am extremely disappointed. I feel like I'll never get well and that maybe I've been mentally ill for so long that I'm brain damaged permanently. this is a real possibility.