MountainBudz
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I don't know what had brought me to posting this, but it has been eating at me for some time now. I am a long time grower and toker of half of my life. I grow in and out, have already started harvesting some beautiful buds this year, getting ready to do my next indoor run soon.
I have laid off smoking the ganja for about a year now, up until then I smoked everyday morning, afternoon into the night. I loved it at one time and honestly I can say that it changed me into a much better person. It helped me understand the world in so many ways, made me more responsible as a father even, believe it or not. I also felt that it allowed me to see the world in a connectivity of energy with everything around me. From the weather outside, to the beauty of nature, to music, emotions and food. It really made everything interesting and much more beautiful.
Here is the catch though, for some unknown reason, this is why I quit smoking. For some reason I got to the point that every time I blazed, once the high started to kick in I started feeling very anxious, a burning feeling in my chest which I know is anxiety. Then my heart rate would increase and beads of sweat would begin there dooming journey down my forehead and i'd start feeling shakey. My breathing would get very thick and then, worries would flood my brain. For the entire momentum of the high, that is all I would think about is the way I felt which led to dizziness, worrying that I had heart problems due to increased heart rate and etc on and on.
I have done this before on those younger days when my tolerance was very low, I would green out or whatever they call it. I'd have to tell myself that I was only high, it was only anxiety and would go away. I guess after having these experiences everytime I would blaze I would think of feeling that way and boom! Here it comes again, that impending feeling of doom.
But as I got used to it, I really began to love it and it never, rarely done this to me anymore, even smoking a whole quarter bag in a days time, I was fine. But that is the weird thing, after having my child and some time enjoying these years of smoking it suddenly started making me feel this way again. So I thought at the time I could just slow down and take 2 or 3 tokes instead of toking a whole or half a joint. Well, nothing. Even with one hit these feelings would come back again and again.
So I just said fuck it and I stopped. Being an everyday smoker, it took my mind a month or so to get tuned back in to the sober (non medicated mind-frame). It was weird not being high and noticed that since I have quit, things aren't nearly as stimulating anymore nor do I have much emotion anymore. I sit and stare at my jars just wishing I could toke again and smelling buds all throughout the day but the fear of that feeling I began developing stops me from smoking.
The thing is, I REALLY REALLY wan't to start smoking again. I fucking love marijuana and I want to enjoy it again. Has anyone else ever been through this? What can I do? Its harder than just saying, well, I will smoke and just keep myself from thinking this way to stop that horrible side effect. I can't say nor can I agree that smoking isn't for me because I know there is something inside of me that truly loves it. Man I was such a better person before this all started.
I've been wanting to post this for a while, but have felt that I would get laughed at or hear a bunch of BS about having a mental problem or something. But since switching to this forum and getting to know people, everyone seems like great people. So i've opened it up, shoot me some advice, lets get out of this hole lol.
Sorry for the long ass rant but hopefully anyone can understand why it is so hard. Thanks for reading guys and gals!
I have laid off smoking the ganja for about a year now, up until then I smoked everyday morning, afternoon into the night. I loved it at one time and honestly I can say that it changed me into a much better person. It helped me understand the world in so many ways, made me more responsible as a father even, believe it or not. I also felt that it allowed me to see the world in a connectivity of energy with everything around me. From the weather outside, to the beauty of nature, to music, emotions and food. It really made everything interesting and much more beautiful.
Here is the catch though, for some unknown reason, this is why I quit smoking. For some reason I got to the point that every time I blazed, once the high started to kick in I started feeling very anxious, a burning feeling in my chest which I know is anxiety. Then my heart rate would increase and beads of sweat would begin there dooming journey down my forehead and i'd start feeling shakey. My breathing would get very thick and then, worries would flood my brain. For the entire momentum of the high, that is all I would think about is the way I felt which led to dizziness, worrying that I had heart problems due to increased heart rate and etc on and on.
I have done this before on those younger days when my tolerance was very low, I would green out or whatever they call it. I'd have to tell myself that I was only high, it was only anxiety and would go away. I guess after having these experiences everytime I would blaze I would think of feeling that way and boom! Here it comes again, that impending feeling of doom.
But as I got used to it, I really began to love it and it never, rarely done this to me anymore, even smoking a whole quarter bag in a days time, I was fine. But that is the weird thing, after having my child and some time enjoying these years of smoking it suddenly started making me feel this way again. So I thought at the time I could just slow down and take 2 or 3 tokes instead of toking a whole or half a joint. Well, nothing. Even with one hit these feelings would come back again and again.
So I just said fuck it and I stopped. Being an everyday smoker, it took my mind a month or so to get tuned back in to the sober (non medicated mind-frame). It was weird not being high and noticed that since I have quit, things aren't nearly as stimulating anymore nor do I have much emotion anymore. I sit and stare at my jars just wishing I could toke again and smelling buds all throughout the day but the fear of that feeling I began developing stops me from smoking.
The thing is, I REALLY REALLY wan't to start smoking again. I fucking love marijuana and I want to enjoy it again. Has anyone else ever been through this? What can I do? Its harder than just saying, well, I will smoke and just keep myself from thinking this way to stop that horrible side effect. I can't say nor can I agree that smoking isn't for me because I know there is something inside of me that truly loves it. Man I was such a better person before this all started.
I've been wanting to post this for a while, but have felt that I would get laughed at or hear a bunch of BS about having a mental problem or something. But since switching to this forum and getting to know people, everyone seems like great people. So i've opened it up, shoot me some advice, lets get out of this hole lol.
Sorry for the long ass rant but hopefully anyone can understand why it is so hard. Thanks for reading guys and gals!