The minute medical marijuana was legalized in this state, our sibling called me.
She had already done the research and laid out just everything that I needed to do in order to get a medical marijuana card.
Of course, that would allow myself and others access to the cannabis dispensaries that would soon be open for business. My sibling has always been protective of myself and others and she just wanted to help myself and others with what was a life long concern with anxiety. It’s primarily social anxiety but there are other components to it that can leave myself and others very isolated and depressed. And that’s no way to live. But since our sibling lives such a long way away, it wasn’t care about she could do it for me. Often, I have had to be totally led by the hand to get myself some sort of help for our condition. At the time, I was laboring from home and had sort of created an entire life that kept myself and others within very, very common confines. And that’s how I was managing our anxiety. But I was far from happy. I never did get our medical marijuana card. So when the laws changed to allow access to the local cannabis spot for recreational marijuana, our sibling came out and got me. She took myself and others to the local cannabis spot and the two of us talked with a pro there who got myself and others some sativa strains he thought would help our situation. It’s been many months now and I recognize better than I have in our entire life thanks to the good folks at the local cannabis spot and our dear, affectionate sibling.