Tecomsin, you’re definitely in the stages of grief/mourning the loss of something that helped you. For me, it helps to try to remember the fact that for me there is more harm than good wrapped up in using it.

I️ love feeling high. I will never give up the fact that I’m a native-built Pot smoker. Whatever that means; I️ imagine you understand. However there’s also this little built-in devil called psychosis that lurks among the good feelings. When he strikes (and he always does), it’s hospital time for me. And I️ hate the hospital.

I’ve been stable for over two years. And I’ve been off pot for over two years. I️ can’t help but believe there is a correlation here.