I used to smoke a lot. All day everyday. Went to work and school. Decent grades work was fine. I only stopped after my sister died cuz I started having severe panic attacks and there was no more reality. All I heard were sirens. Or I thought I heard sirens, don't really know. I started seeing things and hearing everything. I still hear everything. But then with the sirens I thought I heard police entering the building guns drawn and I could hear the click of them cocking their guns ready to shoot.

I did not have an addiction. I stopped on the drop. Pot didn't make me here and see things, I always could it just amplified it. I went through no withdrawal. Cigarettes on the other jab were another story. I did have that addiction but with any addiction for me I really am mind over matter. It's there I get irritable but I just like flip a switch in my head.