Ok, so I've been suffering from severe depression, severe anxiety, suicidal thoughts, ADD, OCD, and chronic nausea which all put together put a shit ton of stress on me as a kid. I originally was a happy healthy kid with just a touch of OCD and a lot of ADD but when my father got in a car wreck and had to learn how to walk again (I was really young and impressionable) I became severely depressed which led to an anxiety disorder since it wasn't dealt with for over 10 years... After those 10+ years I started thinking about suicide but never attempted it because I thought it was a cop out no matter how bad things got. With all of this combined I started to continuously get nauseous on a daily basis for about a year.
As a kid they first put me on Ritalin which turned me into a zombie and I hated it. I was already not eating much due to nausea and having speed in my system didn't help. I lost a shit ton of weight. Then they tried me on Aderol which did the same thing so I basically stopped my medication for ADD and figured I could concentrate if I tried and it helped sorta...
While dealing with my depression and anxiety I was put on Prozac, then Seroquil, then Sterataline (sp?), then Lexapro. All of which I hate. I feel like I can't be sad. Like I'm unable to have the simplest of human emotions. Yet the more depressed I become thinking about this I'm still not sad...
Then I found marijuana. I take a few hits and I'm fine for 2 days (mainly because I only smoke kind bud). My depression is gone, I'm no longer anxious, I can eat, I can concentrate, I don't have suicidal thoughts, and I quit being OCD while I'm high and almost forget about my rituals afterwards. I'm not as annoyed by little imperfections and accept the world as it is.
Yet, since I live in Georgia I can't legally get a prescription for marijuana. The medication that best serves my purposes and therapeutically treats my ailments is illegal due to ignorance. I am forced to be labeled a criminal when all I am doing is trying to better myself so I can become a contributing member of society by taking care of my issues so I can deal with the society I live in.
I'm forced to take lexapro for my depression and haven't found a medication yet for my anxiety, chronic nausea, OCD, or ADD that works. I hate being on lexapro. I feel inhuman. I can't be sad. I can't feel the most basic of human emotion. Yet when I smoke, I am happy but can still feel basic emotions. If I want to be sad I can be but choose not to. While taking lexapro I am FORCED to feel happy. Not only does marijuana help with all of this but it is also a great relaxant!
I'm moving to California as soon as I can. My state won't legalize the medicinal use of marijuana anytime soon. Yet my ailments are impending my improvement now. I need treatment now. I found the right medicine but when I try to help myself I am the criminal. I'm not hurting anyone. In fact, if you were to talk to any of my friends, I am one of the most compassionate people you will ever meet. I care about my friends, family, basic freedoms, and society. By helping myself I can take the time to help others.
But I'm still a criminal. Fuck ignorance. It will be the undoing of our society.
I view my treatment as such:
While smoking I have the will to change my diet to a healthy one. I go outside and exercise and only smoke every two to three days.
While I was doing that I have never been happier. But when my parents found out about it they condemned my actions due to it's illegality even though for the first time in over 10 years I was truly happy. And shouldn't that be the deciding argument here? I finally found something that is cheap and effective to treat my ailments in a healthy manner. I do not abuse marijuana. I do not smoke before I go to work. I am not high while I drive. I do not deal it. I use it for medicinal and relaxation purposes and have never been happier. Yet when I present this to my parents they condemn my actions as being illegal even though they have never seen me happier and are willing to kick me out of the house over it.
Just in case you are wondering, I'm currently taking a semester off of college to save up my own money to buy my own apartment and put myself through college to take the financial strain off of my parents. I'm 19. Does anyone else view this as irresponsible and irrational? Everyone else I seem to talk about this with thinks I have the RIGHT mindset. I'm not a lazy stoner and I'm not dropping out of school. But money is tight in my house so I am going to take the huge financial burden of college off of my parents while my dad looks for more gameful employment. Once again, how am I at fault here? What is wrong with my logic, ethics, and cause?