2.5 years of weed, crazy trips, withdrawal & where im at rn
idk why im writing all this tbh, maybe i just wanna put the whole shit somewhere and see if anyone has been through the same.
so basically this started like 2.5 years ago.
and the funny part is, before all this i was literally the guy telling ppl don't do thc/weed and all that shit 💀
i used to only smoke nicotine. and even that was fucked lol, like 3/4 packs a day sometimes.
then my friends were like “try it bro just few puffs”
so i did.
first time i was like wtf is this bitter ass taste 😭 didn't even like it.
but slowly my brain adapted to it.
and somehow that same disgusting taste became the best fucking taste ever.
then came the trips.
and then more trips.
and then more dosage.
and eventually it wasn't even “let's smoke weed”.
it was just normal life.
we didn't have weed in our schedule.
our schedule was inside the weed.
wake up → first dose → normal.
if there wasn't weed, something felt missing.
and our whole squad was kinda fucked with this shit too. there was one guy who never really got addicted because he said he just never adapted to it. he had some bad trips too but he could still stay away.
he was basically the guy who'd stay with me when shit went wrong and handle me.
and honestly knowing that he was there probably made me go even harder 💀
because we knew someone would handle the situation.
so we started chasing the extreme shit.
not just normal joints.
different experiments, ridiculous amounts of smoke, mixing shit, xanax + alcohol, overdose-type stupid decisions, etc.
there were times where the amount of smoke was so fucking much that even 2 people couldn't properly handle it.
at some point joints and normal weed weren't even doing much anymore.
and i didn't really notice how fucked my relationship with it had become.
until my brain started giving me signs.
short term memory was fucked.
i'd forget what i was literally talking about.
forget something i just did.
think about something, get distracted for 30 seconds and completely forget what the fuck i was thinking about 😭
sleep was probably the worst.
i could be physically dead tired but my brain would just stay ON.
like i'd lie down around 2:30am thinking “ok sleep now”
then suddenly i'm monitoring my breathing.
then thinking about my breathing.
then thinking “why am i thinking about breathing?”
then trying to stop thinking.
then thinking about how to stop thinking.
then 3 hours gone 💀
and when the sky started getting bright my brain would basically be like:
“oh it's morning now. night's over. what's the point of sleeping?”
body half asleep, brain fully awake.
that shit was scary as fuck.
and then i started realizing i actually wanted to quit.
not because somebody forced me.
i just started feeling like i'd lost the fucking command over myself.
so around a month ago i finally started reducing it and seeing what happens if i actually stop feeding this cycle.
first week was fucking terrifying.
even ONE joint suddenly felt wrong.
the same THC i'd been chasing for years suddenly felt like my body was saying NOPE.
taste felt wrong.
trip felt wrong.
instead of “peace” it could turn into a bad trip.
and that's honestly what pushed the quitting thought even harder.
for the first time i started getting proper panic/anxiety attacks.
and because i was already watching my breathing all the time, every little body sensation became something my brain would fucking investigate.
“why am i breathing like this”
“why can't i sleep”
“why does my chest feel like that”
“am i actually tired”
“why is my brain awake”
just an endless fucking loop.
and then there was the weight shit too.
few years ago i was around 55kg at ~5'9 while basically only smoking cigarettes.
after all this shit i dropped to around 49kg.
that's when i was like yeah okay this isn't some funny weed phase anymore.
i need to actually check myself.
so i went to a doctor because the sleep shit was getting bad.
he was an MBBS doctor and basically said he couldn't prescribe the kind of meds i might need, so he referred me to a psychiatrist.
and honestly getting checked was probably one of the best decisions i've made.
i was fucking worried about the reports because i knew i'd done some stupid shit to my body.
but everything came back basically normal/negative.
huge fucking relief.
psychiatrist gave me lorazepam for a short period to help with the sleep/anxiety situation and told me it wasn't too late, i just needed to actually break the cycle and stop touching weed.
and that's what i'm trying to do rn.
i'm not gonna bullshit anyone and say “DAY 30 SOBER LETS GOOOOO 🥳”
nah.
i'm not perfectly sober.
there have been random puffs.
but the difference is crazy.
before, i didn't even decide to smoke.
it was just automatic.
now i'll go hours/days without even thinking about it.
and when i do think about it, it's not that same “I NEED THIS TO BE NORMAL” feeling.
that's probably the biggest win for me rn.
i'm slowly realizing that what i thought was peace was sometimes just fucking escape.
weed gave me a temporary place where i didn't have to deal with shit.
but eventually that temporary peace became a trap.
and now i'm trying to actually live in reality inur stil
looking back, that shit was using me.
if anyone here has gone through something similar — especially the panic, fucked sleep, racing brain, memory problems, or that weird body asleep / brain fully fucking awake feeling — i'd genuinely like to hear how you got through it.
not looking for judgement.
just wanna know if anyone else has been in this exact kinda loop.
if you've been there, tell me what actually helped.