I know about weed. I was rolling and smoking before you were born, Pink. I also drank to excess for many years. This was when I was undiagnosed. My first diagnosis was major depression. I was put on antidepressants. They helped. Man, I felt better. But then, I felt really, really better. Then suddently, I took a nose dive and the antidepressants didn't work anymore. They changed to another antidepressant. This cycle repeated for twenty years. Somehow I managed to work as a government investigator for all that time as long as I had alcohol to bring me down from those highs when necessary.

Then, four years ago, I was correctly diagnosed as bipolar. The medications I was put on changed my life. After some research and study, I determined that I had probably been bipolar all my life. Everything started to make sense. I mean, EVERYTHING.

Today, taking the meds make my life manageable. I can depend on being able to do things a couple months ahead of time. No more mood swings. The meds require occasional tweaks but are pretty much ok.

The reason I told you to steer clear of the street stuff is so that they can get a clear diagnosis on you and that your blood and urine won't come up dirty.

I wish you luck.