I always thought marijuana was something people used to make them happy.
I know I could use some happiness in my life.
I had gone through a distressing divorce over the last year. I lost my home, custody of my kids, and I was paying support to my husband. He got the kids because I was clinically depressed. My car broke down, and I couldn’t visit my kids until I got it fixed, which wasn’t helping with the depression. Within a month of finalizing the divorce, I found out my ex-husband had been cheating on me with my best friend, who was now an enemy. She was pregnant, and they were getting married. Talk about a terrible year. My depression was off the charts, and for a short time, I thought suicide was a way out. Luckily, I still had my insurance, and I could go to my doctor. I talked to him and was telling him about everything that was happening in my life. He was going to give me a prescription for antidepressants, but I didn’t want to take them. I told him I remembered how marijuana was supposed to make you happy. I wanted medical marijuana to help with my depression. Three months later, I got my first purchase of medical marijuana from the local marijuana dispensary. I took my stash home and immediately put a medical marijuana cartridge in the battery. After two draws of the medical marijuana; I was feeling less stressed. The side effect was that instead of getting happy, I got sleepy, and slept the day away, but I woke up feeling more relaxed.