I quit smoking weed recently after finally facing that I was numbing myself in order to escape the loneliness and devastation of modern life. But my chronic smoking was cockblocking my creativity and ability to be present — amongst other things. I don’t enjoy it anymore. I want to exist in reality.
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I chose to go clean and sober in 1985 for many reasons. The ability to be present and in the moment was #1. I no longer wanted to poison myself. It's been worth 39 years on, but the first few months were tough. ODAT
Cold turkey was the only way I could stop and I’m grateful I made the decision
I know they say that weed isn’t addictive but the damn sure feels like it, simply without the hard withdrawals.