I finally gave in.
My sister just wouldn’t stop and after at least five years of pushing, I was finally ready to give cannabis a try.
I’ve never been a recreational marijuana user. I know this has something to do with the fact that I have near crippling anxiety and depression. This is something I’ve dealt with since my sister and I were little kids. Thinking back, I can’t remember not ever being sort of immobilized by a deep fear and anxiety. Of course, living with that will lead to depression because I end up isolating myself so much. I’ve been on some form of medication for the past nearly three decades. But when medical marijuana was being floated in our state, my sibling did a deep dive into medical marijuana research data. She was just somehow sure that medical marijuana would not only help me manage my condition however significantly improve it. But me being me, I wasn’t interested at all at dealing with more doctors and stuff to get my medical marijuana card. So I procrastinated long enough that recreational marijuana was legalized. That was it for my sibling. She basically came and got me, put me in the car and took me to the local cannabis spot, but wow, I couldn’t be more grateful for her persistence. I ended up coming home with a sativa strain and a sativa dominant hybrid strain for sale at the cannabis dispensary. That evening on my sister’s back porch was the start of the rest of my life. The change was almost immediate because when I awoke the next morning, it was dawn and I wanted to see the sunrise for the first time ever.