I was actually able to pick out the marijuana withdrawal symptoms today, after my meltdown. Identifying it is usually a struggle. Even if I was high when the exit was closed this morning, I would have gotten very upset but I probably wouldn't have punched the steering wheel and screamed repeatedly. I love in a place where it's crucial to start beefore the sun comes up and I always prepare for my day the night before. I always leave the driveway 20 minutes before anyone else (including google maps) would say I have to if it's in town and even earlier depending on how far I have to drive (if it's out of state, I plan for 400mi/per day) that way if traffic goes wrong, I have time and won't feel rushed and if everything goes smoothly, I have time to acclimate to the area even though I studied the map repeatedly days before departure when applicable and I've picked my parking spot before I even leave town. I've made these adjustments to accommodate myself in this toxic, high speed, instant everything, stressed out and stress inducing plant. I should mention that one of my objects is my car. It sounds bizarre but I pretty much freak out (and if I'm out of town cannot sleep) if my car is at a different location than I am. It's also my main safe space. When I was a child, my mother panicked one day when she couldn't find me and I didn't hear anything, being deeply asleep in the backseat of my father's car. My mother yelled my name from every corner of the yard. One time I slept through a car accident in the front yard and a Phil Keaggy concert. Anyway, after that day she would check the cat and sure enough, every time I disappeared she would find me asleep in the car.
Point is. Cigarettes and marijuana help me in some ways and hurt me in others.
Point is. Cigarettes and marijuana help me in some ways and hurt me in others.
