PTSD and Medical Marijuana; Treat Your Anxiety and Depression

First Person PTSD treatment stories.

Weed. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Me. They all just seem to blend together into a tasty little hybrid.

I grew up in small-town suburbia on the outskirts of Toronto, in Ontario. Canada.

High school for me was during the mid to late 90s and not only was really s****y fashion thriving but so was really s****y weed.

Nothing is worse than a pimply, grease-laden, metal-head wearing cargo pants and an Iron Maiden T-shirt in 1992 smoking joints with you that he probably found in his great grandfather‘s tool shed. S****y buzz.

The thing is…the same ripped apart brick swag was everywhere… So, the weekend mission for me and my teenager buddies, in let’s say 1996, was just making sure we could find at least one dealer who wasn’t selling the same stuff everyone else was.

This usually involved risky situations, dark alleys, sketchy cocaine addicts sheds and the odd soggy dog in a convenience store parking lot. But whatever the situation, we usually ended up pie-eyed hanging out, talking about world ethics and particle physics while watching The Godfather trilogy sequentially in it’s entirety. I guess that about sums up the average Sunday afternoon in grade 11. You may want to add some cheese puffs to that equation…

So we may have had to buy weed occasionally off of dirty-old Patrick Flaherty’s sloppy grandma Glenda here and there (she had an actual peg leg), but the ends justified the means. Glenda was super weird and smelly but her weed was pretty good. We would be baked soon enough. Good old Glenda.

After that first joint we rolled up in a Post-it note when we were 12, my friends and I knew we were hooked. When we were stoned we were happier, less self-conscious, more honest and MOST importantly not worried about everyone else that wasn’t there in that present time, that precious moment. Those precious moments will last forever. Well they will last at least until old-age, lifelong chronic Marijuana-use Alzheimer’s kicks in. But hell, they haven’t proved that science yet, so, screw it!

When I was 16 I basically got put in a garbage compressor in the form of a car accident. I sustained a very serious frontal lobe brain injury and broke a bunch of bones….. But I will save the gruesome details for another article someday for you to enjoy. Point is, I have my federal Marijuana license in Canada to help me deal with symptoms from post traumatic stress disorder, anxiety and insomnia (its 4:28am right meow).

For anybody reading this who also suffers from PTSD, you will know that it is impossible to talk about because everything is so impossible to explain. This leads to confidence issues and isolation in thought. It’s like being held hostage in your own brain and not understanding the solution your brain is trying to give to you so you can escape. It’s like having an annoying alter ego that is with you constantly but speaks a language that you don’t understand. It’s the most frustrating awkward existence you can imagine.

Especially life gets hard when symptoms you experience f**k with your loved ones happiness and comfort. A little slice of guilt for a garnish.

Symptoms include irrational fear, paranoia, lack of motivation and good old-fashioned surliness. Morning confusion, if you have PTSD you know what I mean because it’s the most absent-minded, vulnerable time of day.

I like to wake up to a nice one paper joint that is a mix of two types of grass. I like to go a little heavier on a CBD strand in my morning puff because it slows me down via relaxing my body and allows my brain to catch up to my physical plane. But then I add something a little more psycho-active. I will put in about a 1/3 portion of an extremely high THC strand. The high THC strand allows me to forget about the bad dreams I may have experienced in my s****y night before. I like to cut these two together because overdoing it on a higher THC strands can turn you into a blabbering fool who can’t remember or even finish what you were talking about. You just have to find your balance.

Addressing your symptoms and getting it down on paper is a good way to start. Be honest. Ask yourself: When do I suffer most? When do my loved ones suffer most from my symptoms?

For CBD I will buy any chronic that has a percentage over 7% but it seems to be it is only going about as high as 9% through 15% unless you go into extracts (I will tell you all about extracts in another article so make sure to subscribe to my media accounts). For my psycho-active selection, I like to keep the percentage of THC above 20% and I have even seen as high as 28% going around my neighbourhood in the local dispensaries. But I like my herb raw. And, being in my mid 30s, I do still prefer a joint opposed to any other method of consumption.

Smoke a nice half gram stick of 26% sativa and you’ll be able to be more conscious of your anxiety triggers. Then, avoid the f**k out of those and relax somewhere comfortable and familiar to get a game plan together and regroup.

Marijuana bringing boiling anxiety to a mild simmer has drastically improved my life emotionally with higher confidence in my relationships. It also helps me stay physically healthier because my motivation is improved and my brain stops yelling at me. My focus is fine-tuned, my edginess is softened and this ominous and uncontrollable eagerness to disobey my innermost warnings to not be impulsive is de-amplified.

Long story short, weed is great for medicine and for social enhancement. I am living proof that there is benefit on both sides of the spectrum and that is what I will be promoting in my essays.

Consider the idea that every human on this planet could have a very positive use in there life for marijuana. People just need to be open-minded, real and honest to find that positive buzz.

Stay clean, stay green.

Conshinz

Author's Note

Fuck you:)