Before I discovered medical cannabis, I always felt like I was walking with a dark cloud over my head.
Smiling at people was the last thing I wanted to do, and more times than not, I stayed in the house, so I didn’t need to talk to anyone. My depression had gotten so bad that I was taking all the mirrors out of my house, so I didn’t need to look at myself. I could see the physical changes that were happening because of depression. When I last went to my psychologist, he wanted to up the amount of depression medication I was taking, but I refused. I told him I had been reading in a medical magazine about the use of medical cannabis, and how it could help with depression. I understood it could also cause depression to worsen, but no more so than adding new depression medication or upping the dosage of the medication I was taking. There was less chance of my committing suicide with the marijuana than there was changing medications. He had read the same article I had about medical marijuana, and said it wouldn’t hurt to try it. Unfortunately, he could not give me the certification I needed to get a medical marijuana ID card. He sent me to a colleague of his who lived in another city, and told me he could help me. It only took three weeks before I had a medical marijuana ID card in hand, and only a couple more weeks until I was feeling the effects of the medical marijuana. After weaning me off the antidepressants, and putting me on a regimen of medical cannabis, my life has been easier than it has been for the last 15 years.