loVE GANja
420 Member
Good evening, everyone!
I’m new to the site so thank you for welcoming me and my journal.
Now in my mid-40s, I built a career in the HealthTech industry. My cannabis use started in the mid-teens and saved me from PTSD-related suicidal depression. Without cannabis, my senses go into overdrive, and I feel ready to explode. The green medication shifts my energy away from the dumpster fire part of my brain.
America’s archaic attitudes and laws amplify the problem. For decades, I hid my medication use as a shameful secret which could trigger immediate job loss and family abandonment. When I looked myself in the face, I wondered… Is cannabis causing my problems like the therapist suggests? Am I a drug addict? Does my indifference to the laws prohibiting healthcare workers from cannabis at work make me an immoral person?
In my mid-30s, while questioning my worth as a human who consumes weed every hour, my PTSD became unmanageable. So, I stopped cannabis- thinking that it was the solution. Over four long years after stopping, my mental state deteriorated, and I started planning my death again. To outsiders, my life looked great and only the muzzle of my shotgun saw the depths of my wounded soul. Eventually, I decided I might as well smoke a joint before dying.
Holy ganja saved my life a second time. Since childhood, I tried dozens of pharmaceuticals, and only cannabis brings comfort to my soul. I now accept that PTSD will haunt me forever. Happiness is something I stopped chasing long ago. Now, I wake up daily to serve my community, do good, and help others. I know consuming a forbidden plant is okay if it gets me through the day.
420 and his magazine waged a social media campaign to spread cannabis awareness across the globe 30 years ago, long before Facebook and Instagram. Because of our cannabis crusaders, I have the privilege of registering for a government-sponsored medical marijuana card. The teenage me, who bought nickel bags of swag from the crack dealer, is awed by the safe medical grade kief available 5 minutes away without any robbery risks.
For years, I paid an average of $100 per week on medication. This cost buys small stale buds with questionable fertilizers & insecticides. The distributor probably upsold the choice nuggets and crystals. 420 Magazine and its grower community helped me recognize that I can DIY a higher-quality medication sustainably. Gardening is also a passion I developed during COVID. Why wait any longer to grow the plant I love the most?
I’m new to the site so thank you for welcoming me and my journal.
About me
Now in my mid-40s, I built a career in the HealthTech industry. My cannabis use started in the mid-teens and saved me from PTSD-related suicidal depression. Without cannabis, my senses go into overdrive, and I feel ready to explode. The green medication shifts my energy away from the dumpster fire part of my brain.
America’s archaic attitudes and laws amplify the problem. For decades, I hid my medication use as a shameful secret which could trigger immediate job loss and family abandonment. When I looked myself in the face, I wondered… Is cannabis causing my problems like the therapist suggests? Am I a drug addict? Does my indifference to the laws prohibiting healthcare workers from cannabis at work make me an immoral person?
In my mid-30s, while questioning my worth as a human who consumes weed every hour, my PTSD became unmanageable. So, I stopped cannabis- thinking that it was the solution. Over four long years after stopping, my mental state deteriorated, and I started planning my death again. To outsiders, my life looked great and only the muzzle of my shotgun saw the depths of my wounded soul. Eventually, I decided I might as well smoke a joint before dying.
Holy ganja saved my life a second time. Since childhood, I tried dozens of pharmaceuticals, and only cannabis brings comfort to my soul. I now accept that PTSD will haunt me forever. Happiness is something I stopped chasing long ago. Now, I wake up daily to serve my community, do good, and help others. I know consuming a forbidden plant is okay if it gets me through the day.
Why I’m Here
420 and his magazine waged a social media campaign to spread cannabis awareness across the globe 30 years ago, long before Facebook and Instagram. Because of our cannabis crusaders, I have the privilege of registering for a government-sponsored medical marijuana card. The teenage me, who bought nickel bags of swag from the crack dealer, is awed by the safe medical grade kief available 5 minutes away without any robbery risks.
For years, I paid an average of $100 per week on medication. This cost buys small stale buds with questionable fertilizers & insecticides. The distributor probably upsold the choice nuggets and crystals. 420 Magazine and its grower community helped me recognize that I can DIY a higher-quality medication sustainably. Gardening is also a passion I developed during COVID. Why wait any longer to grow the plant I love the most?
The Challenge
Within the next month in my living room and a budget of $550, I will start a clone. My desire is to test if the average patient can afford and maintain their own supply. Over the coming weeks, I will start perusing 420 Magazine’s sponsor catalogues to select materials. I am staying organic and vegan. Please stay patient with me because my job keeps me very busy, though I will try to post once a week. Any advice you have is welcome! Thank you for letting me share.
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I am a frugal grower myself.
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