Hello all you lovely people on the internet 🖖🤖
As the title suggests, I stopped smoking cannabis three weeks ago and I am, somewhere deep among all this anhedonia very proud of that ✊
I’ve been on and off for years since 2014, then I stopped for a longer period in 2022 while getting screened for ADHD, started taking medication for that which resulted in a clarity my life never had seen before. I was able to read, focus heavily on tasks that previously seemed impossible etc.
My girlfriend at the time somehow convinced me that I was just an addict seeking out other ways to get high, and amongst other abuse from her, that shattered confidence led me to start smoking again (she was a heavy smoker herself, way «worse» than me).
Since then, I’ve been taking medication but I’ve also smoked more heavily than I ever did before.
Been trying to quit many times since then - the longest I abstained was last year in October for about a month.
Over this last year I’ve been struggling with how depressive I think it is that I’m still smoking even though it clearly has adverse negative effects in my life.
On the night before 1st of October this month, I did a weird thing in the forest where I have this old cabin that I’ve spent a lot of time in these last years, basically running away from all my problems.
I lit a huge bonfire, got naked and rubbed dirt in my face as I jumped over the fire multiple times before I threw my remaining stash into the flames - I immediately regretted my decision and got so frustrated that I eventually started crying over how pathetic I felt for feeling this, what kind of pagan fuckmongery had I just done? 🫣🌲
As I looked up from the bonfire, I saw a squirrel sitting on a branch of an old pine tree a short distance away from me, just staring, judging me silently.
Then out of a clear, starry night sky - it started raining heavily, and it felt really cleansing like nature was crying with me.
I realised I hadn’t been able to cry like this for years, and that made me cry even more.
This was three weeks ago, and I am still very determined to keep going - but the last three nights I’ve been getting a total of about 12 hours of sleep, and it freaks me out at this point. It feels like my eyes are just shut but there is a steady stream of thoughts constantly going through my head, I toss and turn in bed and get super conscious of my breathing, if I am doing it right, and sometimes these thoughts make me hold my breath which makes no sense at all - but it’s like I’m replacing my breathing pattern with thoughts..? 😬
I also feel really negative towards everything, nothing sparks any interest, only at surface level.
If I force myself, I can probably think of some of the positive changes as well, things I KNOW are positive - but I don’t feel them. Am I permanently damaged?
I don’t really have much cravings, I have even been around friends that still smoke and I don’t even consider parttaking in their sessions. I have a lot of repressed anger and sadness, and when I feel those feelings is probably my biggest triggers. I am afraid that anger will eventually push me into «fuck everything»-mode which will make me smoke up again. The mood swings are insane.
I am afraid of it all, even posting this now because of second thoughts regarding sharing so much - Can someone please share some words of encouragement and good tips for continuing? 💚
And fuck that squirrel! 😤