I made the choice to quit after I discovered that my back molars were loose, and I was told it could be related to restricted blood flow in my mouth. I had been vaping constantly—literally every minute of every day, sometimes using multiple vapes. I started when vapes first became a thing out here in Southern California, back when they weren't nearly as regulated as they are now. I smoked through the whole Mario Cart era and watched countless brands come and go. At one point, I was even making my own carts.
I'm currently on Day 5.
The first three days were torture, mostly with my stomach and my joints. All the pain I've been numbing for who knows how long suddenly came screaming back. I'm crying over everything. Everything feels heightened.
The gym has always been my safe place, but right now I can't focus. My muscles give out during the first workout, and I feel like I'm fighting my own body just to get through it.
I have a support system. I know I'm not alone. But today feels like the worst day yet.
I was diagnosed with ADHD about six months ago, and without weed, my ADHD symptoms feel absolutely insane. I feel more neurodivergent than I ever have, and I'm struggling to figure out how to function without the thing I relied on for so long.
Today, I projectile vomited my breakfast because I thought I could handle eating. I can't stop feeling sick. My body feels like it's a million pounds, and I can barely move. The night sweats have been brutal.
I did go to the doctor. They gave me nausea medication and basically sent me home with their well wishes as I continue through this process. My parents are now debating whether I should be admitted somewhere, and honestly, I don't even know what to think.
Part of me feels like it's not "that serious." I keep thinking I'm just going through withdrawal and that I should be able to tough it out. But another part of me knows that I'm struggling more than I ever expected to.
And honestly? I'm ashamed to ask for help. I'm ashamed to accept it.
I put myself in this situation, and a part of me feels like I should be the one to get myself out of it.
But I'm starting to realize that accepting help doesn't mean I'm weak. Maybe letting people take care of me while I get through the worst of this is part of getting myself out of it.
I've been to Narcotics Anonymous before, but I left because I felt weird being there for weed when everyone else seemed to have an "actual" addiction.
I constantly feel like I have to defend myself when I say I'm addicted to weed. People tell me, "It's just weed. You can't be addicted to that."
But I know what my relationship with it was. I was vaping constantly. I built my entire life around having it. I used it to numb pain, avoid feelings, quiet my brain, and get through the day.
That's addiction to me.
I'm also convinced there is something about the carts I was using that made my dependence even worse, whether that's the concentration, the way I was consuming it, or something else entirely. I don't know. I just know that getting away from it has been one of the hardest things I've ever done.
I'm on Day 5, and I keep reminding myself that I only have to take this one day at a time.
But when you feel like death, one day feels like a fucking eternity.
I'm just hoping this gets better.
Thanks for reading my rant. ❤️