By Dianna Donnelly.
I grew up with words stuck in my throat. So many words. And when they rarely came out in public, I hated how they sounded. All of my younger years were filled with this hyper self-editing where everything I did, I felt observed and judged. Worst of all, I judged myself. Because of this, I isolated a lot, soon growing into a young adult who didn't enjoy going out and partying. At least not until I found Cannabis.
At the risk of incriminating myself too much, I remember the first time I ever enjoyed myself at a dance club. I drove to the bar and parked many blocks away. I slowly walked and smoked a shoddily rolled doobie. I knew by the time I left three hours later, I'd be sobered up. Coughing and choking, I made it to the bar and sat sipping pop having the time of my life. For once, I didn't give a shit who was looking at me or why. I smiled at people I'd normally look away from. I chair-danced to the groove and I laughed at friends being goofy. Cannabis shut down that self editing, turned off my own self-judgement. That was about twenty-three years ago, and was just the beginning of how Cannabis made my brain and body work better.
They've tried and tried to make the pills to do what this plant does. So many pills. Turning off the negative bias without turning off the thoughts, is huge. No pill ever did that for me. The pills deadened all of my thoughts--good and bad. Here's a zinger, I wrote before I went on antidepressants and I started writing my blog again after weaning myself off of them 6 years ago. For me, the pills zombified me, sterilized my gut, and stole my orgasm. No wonder I was still depressed!
Now, I'm a call taker and Counsellor at a Cannabis clinic. In the past months, I've likely talked to 500 new patients, many over the age of 50. The consensus is clear: Cannabis makes us feel human again. So many people are able to live again after years of zombifying, constipating, nauseating pills. They vape or take the oil sublingually. Some make tea or lattes and some even smoke the stuff still! If it gets in your bloodstream, then it gets in your organs. Cannabinoids are welcomed and accepted easily into our own naturally occurring Cannabinoid receptor system. Every one of us has one, all the way down to a Sea Sprite. We are meant to ingest this plant. Of this I am sure.
By day I'm a Cannabis hype-girl; by night I'm a couch activist blogger. I get paid with gratitude and good karma, cookies sometimes too! They say Gold is the best currency still, but I disagree. Changing perceptions about this plant through my writing pays it forward for years to come. What started out as a slight obsession, has turned into a passion that chases depression away by itself.
What else can I say? Cannabis does this body good!
Dianna is a freelance writer, blogger and a Cannabis Counsellor living in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. She uses words to try to awaken empathy in the reader. Change comes when we walk in each others' shoes. Dianna lives in Kingston, Ontario, Cda with her hunni Jay and Boston Terrier Molly - Website.
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