My take on cannabis after 12 years of heavy use
I was a heavy smoker for about 12 years**,** around 5 joints a day, every day. I’ve spent roughly 380 CHF per month on weed, without exception.
It was just part of my life since I was 14. For years it didn’t even feel like a “choice” anymore it was automatic. Wake up, smoke. Bored, smoke. Stress, smoke. Everything revolved around it in some way.
A couple months ago, a friend of mine lost his driver’s license for driving under the influence. Switzerland is extremely strict with cannabis and driving (basically zero tolerance). That was a wake-up call for him, he quit that same day.
I stopped a few days later.
After a few sleepless nights and sweat-drenched sheets, something finally clicked. Clarity hit in a way I didn’t expect.
Why was I so careless with my life?
I have a dog I need to be there for. I have a job I don’t want to lose. But when I was high, none of that really crossed my mind. It was always just “it’s only weed.”
I don’t want to say weed is bad, but anything becomes bad when it’s too much.
Looking back, I’ve probably spent over 40,000 CHF on weed over the years and smoked well over 11,000 joints. I’m only 26.
And honestly, I never really felt in control of my life. Everything revolved around weed, where to get it, when I could smoke, how I’d have it for trips. Even on vacation, I wasn’t really present because part of my mind was always thinking about weed.
Now that I’ve stopped, I feel different. Not perfect, but clearer. More present. I actually have time for my dog and for myself again.
Still early days, but I’m starting to see what I was missing.