What a wild ride this has been...
I have been a heavy smoker of cannabis for the past... 20 odd years.
Consuming roughly 1 oz of flower a week through "buckies"
I would smoke around 0.5g per cone and try and blow my socks off every single time, eventually no matter how much I consumed, it no longer worked as intended and just became a pointless habit.
In the past few years I found that each day around 11am I would feel nausia and stomach pains, I knew it was from the cannabis but I just lied to myself and said it was due to what I ate.
I would feel physically ill, dry retch, sweat and all sorts. Pretty sure I was in the begining stages of CHS... I decided to quit, I stopped cold turkey and spent a week being bed ridden with anxiety and horrible feelings.... It started to get better, I no longer craved it.
After a few months of no smoking I was at a wedding and fell into the trap of "just one puff wont hurt".... well.. you guessed it, it did.
I tried to tell myself I could smoke on the weekends, or once a week... that quickly turned into "well you have some left over from yesterday, whats the harm in smoking it today"
then that turned into, well you smoke once a week so might aswell do it properly, buy a quarter ounce and smoke it all in one night... which turned to left over weed lasting for a few days, then friday came round again and I had just been smoking all week... Which turned into full blown addiction again...
The symptoms of CHS returned... but worse this time, I couldnt explain it to people, I felt weak and useless... my eating habits were horrible and I gained almost 20kg, felt like trash all the time, was muddling my words and turning into a complete loser once again...
I wrote some notes and took a picture of them and put them on my home screen "its hot and your back hurts when you are fat" "dont be weak" "live longer and be healthy"
none of it worked...
But finally... I had the worst bout of CHS ever, completly ruined a whole week for me, doubling over in pain, stomach cramps, vomiting, the works...
That was it, I threw everything away and told myself that is the end... I did hunt for crumbs in moments of weakness... But I held strong and I am now 7 Days with zero weed, the anxiety is still there abit, I still have some odd feelings... But we are doing it, and I know my triggers and what happens If I decided to have "just one more" and I wont do that...
Heres to my health..