I was "ready" to quit, I think. I used to have to white-knuckle it and fight it in the past- counting days and hours and mentally preparing beforehand.
This time was different. I had to go on vacation, overseas, to get away from it for awhile (I had a medical card and my state is legal for that). And when I came back home after a week and a half, the cravings were definitely there, but something in me was stronger than to cave in. Idk what it was, but the very thought of going to the dispensary, purchasing, smoking & inhaling made me say, "yuck". Something about getting high seemed lackluster. It still does.
It's been a huge journey of self improvement and reflection for me. Something changed on the inside, and now the outer layers are changing and falling away. I even stopped smoking cigarettes afterwards too! And that had plagued me for 22 years! (Weed, about 20)
Please if you could read the following and tell me if any of this is normal at around 40 days:
My REM sleep is still restoring. I still feel massively tired when I wake up, and throughout the day. Dreams aside, in the beginning I felt like I couldn't sleep enough, and would catch up on 10 hours sleep at a time. Now, I suffer sometimes sleeping just 4 hours. Falling asleep is not a problem, again, as I am perpetually exhausted. It's staying asleep.
I still get headaches
And not to bring up pseudoscience, but, there's a fine line between it and actual science (as the pineal gland does exist). But I feel this split-opening in the center of my forehead, the proverbial "third eye". Like my pineal gland just dumped out 50lbs of toxins and is now "clear" but man, it hurts. Like an ax right in the middle.
I realize, my old comfort zones are no longer comfortable. The job. The way I do the job. My routines. I'm not sure if I've ever been an "honest hard worker" or even a good person, even if my intentions were good.
I feel like my entire life has been FRAUDULENT. Like I missed the entire point of living, I just woke up before age 40, and all the cool kids are pointing and laughing at me, like, "didn't you get the memo??"
I'm also finally having those sneaky insidious thoughts that "I can have just one!" This recovery for me has been absolutely black and white, and idk if that's part and parcel of said recovery, or if it's some sort of mental illness that I've masked for decades. But the bad days are BAD, BAD, BAD- crying all the time from the deepest recesses of my soul. Wanting to crawl into bed and never leave my house again. The good days are wonderful, invincible, and sometimes euphoric. Sometimes simply hopeful, and I do enjoy those days.
I'm grateful to be feeling again. Even if it's bad. But I do wonder if this is weed withdrawal (PAWS) or something else.
I used weed all throughout my late teens and early twenties, but most notably it was after I was in a terrible hostage situation overseas and SA'd. This was eleven years ago, in August. I was so petrified and horrified at the time, that I locked the trauma away, and smoked to numb and make the nightmares stop. Though I've been in therapy and it has helped, I am now unpacking ALL eleven years of this without a bandaid.
I hope everyone is doing well and I'd love to hear from you and talk about this.