Quitting weed is like getting out of a warm pool on a chilly day, hear me out.
It’s like being in a warm pool where you feel cozy, relaxed, and comfortable. You could stay in there forever, but eventually you realize you’re pruney, overheated, dehydrated, or just done. The problem is that getting out sucks. The second you step into the cold air, your first instinct is to get right back in because being outside the water feels uncomfortable and wrong.
But if you stay out, dry off, and give your body time to adjust, something shifts. The cold doesn’t feel so bad anymore. You start feeling normal again. Comfortable, even. And once you’ve fully adjusted, the idea of getting back in doesn’t have the same pull.
I know this is a weird analogy, but that’s what quitting weed has felt like for me. The hardest part is the initial discomfort, because your brain wants to run back to what feels familiar and comforting. But the longer you stay out of the water, the less you crave it, and eventually, you just move on.