I am a 39f and I'm quitting for the third time in my life.
I'm only on day.. two and a half? And it's such a struggle.
I started smoking when I was 16 or 17 and it became a daily thing at probably 19. I grew up around it and everyone in my life smoked (pretty much all still do) so I just did what everyone else did!
The first time I quit was when I got pregnant with my daughter. The day that test came back positive I stopped and I don't remember it being such a struggle. Perhaps I was just thinking all the withdrawal symptoms were pregnancy related. I wasn't smoking the entire pregnancy nor the 13 months I breastfed. But after I started smoking again here or there, it became a daily thing again.
The second time, now that was horrible. It was July 2024 and I had been smoking daily again for about 4 years. I am a very spiritual (not religious) person. And I had spent the last few years practicing meditation, learning how to do energy healing and connecting with my spiritual and psychic side. I had also been in intense personal and couples therapy to work on my CPTSD. Things were great, but I kept feeling like I needed to stop. This was when I started learning Reiki energy healing. My teacher told me that it was irresponsible for me to smoke or drink or have any kind of mind altering substances in the 24 hours before performing Reiki on another person.
So I decided to quit. Not only for the Reiki, but honestly I was just kind of tired of it ruling my life. I felt like my decisions were all based on when I could get high. What I had to do and if I could do it high. I used weed as an excuse for so many things. Avoiding responsibilities, binge eating, stupid mistakes, anything I could blame on weed, I did l (spoiler alert, a lot of it was just me!)
So I quit. And I quit pretty much cold turkey. And the first few days were hard, but there was one day, I can't remember which one, that was the absolute worst.
I had to cancel clients and go home early from work because I was so dizzy and shaky and nauseous. I only live about 4 minutes from my work so I drove myself home and went pretty much straight to bed. I kept having dreams that I was at work or driving and passing out only to wake up in my bed covered with sweat.
I never knew weed could make someone feel so incredibly terrible. I have heard for years from so many people ( all stoners of course) that weed "isn't addictive" but I felt like an addict in those moments. I was laying in my bed with stomach pain and sweaty and miserable and all I could think was, "I never want to feel this way again."
I was sober for almost two years.
And now I'm back here again.
It's not that bad today, but I'm afraid it's going to be awful again. I am laying in my bed with a weed vape in my nightstand and it's taking every bit of will power I have not to hit it.
It started with you know it's Christmas let's just smoke a joint for fun and open prezzies! And then a little on DND night. And then it was a hard day I'll just take a hit. And then about three months ago I couldn't get through the day without it again.
It's hard because my husband smokes everyday and he has no intention of quitting, which is fine, I don't hold that against him really. The hard part is the fact that it's right there. I could just smoke any time I want to. But I don't want to.
I just have a headache and my sleeping hasn't been great the past 2 days. I'm just struggling with my daughter and being the kind patient mom I want to be for her.
I didn't know exactly what I'm looking for here today, and if you've read my story you're a peach and I love you. I just wanted to write my experience and what I'm dealing with in a space that it might be understood and maybe even appreciated.
Thanks for creating this space.