Why Cannabis Is The Only Recreational Drug You’ll Ever Need
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My early 20’s was a painful time growing up. It was difficult to live with a clinically depressed mother who was obsessed with my every move, and our constant mother-daughter fights took me to the edge. In an attempt to forget my troubles while enjoying the small amounts of freedom I was permitted by her strict motherhood, I started experimenting with many different kinds of recreational drugs. It was my form of mental escape, a way to alter my mind that allowed me to divert my thoughts, reach another state of consciousness, and let my mind travel to a much happier place.
At that time, I was already smoking a lot of pot on a regular basis. It was my favorite recreational drug and it has always been a constant in my life, even now that I’m 30. Cannabis has never failed me as an emotional and spiritual outlet for the healing that I’ve always needed. I self-medicated with the plant and it provided me with the mental therapeutic benefits and filled a gap that no other drug could.
However there were certain occasions that I wanted to go a little deeper into the psychedelic world and tried many of the big names in the drug world, and they’ve all failed me. I didn’t know better back then, so I went ahead and tried it all anyway. Today though, I know more and I know that cannabis is one recreational drug that will never fail you. Forget all the other recreational drugs in the world – they will only harm you as I’ve learned the hard way. Cannabis is a plant, a medicine, a healer of body and spirit, and also very fun and safe to take.
Dangerous Games
The first chemical I explored was ecstasy. I took it occasionally, about 3-4 times a year for 2 years. It was fun, but it was so physically and emotionally exhausting. Ecstasy was only blissful for the few hours that the high lasted; but as soon as its effects wore off, I felt like my brain was being wrung out like a cloth being wrung out for water. I was so spent that I couldn’t focus for 2 days and had a hard time coming down. While there were many fun nights spent high on E, the last straw came when I took it at a rave – the one and only time I did it in public – and I fainted, was stretchered out to a hospital, and it took me 30 minutes to come to consciousness again. My friends thought I was going to die, and after that incident, I learned never to take it again!
Next I tried cocaine, but I didn’t like it as much as I thought I would. I didn’t understand why people were so addicted to it. The few times I took it, my heart began racing to crazy levels and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I once took it on a weeknight and had work to do the next day (stupid, I know), and was struggling to survive on 3 hours of sleep. By noon, I turned pale, started getting cold sweats and I felt like I was going to faint at the office. I feigned sickness, grabbed the first cab I saw and ordered the driver to step on it and take me home. That was not fun, and after that incident I never took it again.
After those stupid incidents, I still wanted more but opted for something more natural. This is where mushrooms enters the picture. It was all natural, came from cow’s poop, and was cleaned and packaged with a coconut jam mix in a bottle. Eating it wasn’t pleasurable as I gagged HARD with every swallow, but after 10-15 minutes I’d feel and see all sorts of good psychedelic goodness. I loved tripping out to the visuals of mushrooms, but it was difficult to dose how much was going to be just right. One tablespoon can make the difference between a hellish 8-hour trip or a good one. After trying it several times, I thought I was confident enough in my tolerance for mushrooms. And while it isn’t exactly fatal, consuming mushrooms is still like poisoning your body. I took too much one evening, and my body was rejecting the damn thing so much that it was coming out from BOTH sides (sorry,TMI!). I was stuck in the bathroom for a full hour pooping and vomiting while visuals kept forming in the bathroom wall in front of me. It’s hilarious in hindsight, but I don’t ever want to go through that again!
Considering the fatal side effects of those drugs, I’m glad to be alive today.
Throughout those years, cannabis has been a constant in my life. Now I know better, I know that I should never ever deviate from cannabis, the one plant that can satisfy all my psychedelic and healing needs without ever worrying about a bad hit (unless, of course, I green out from edibles). Cannabis has no side effects, and it isn’t possible to overdose on it. Cannabis won’t send you to the emergency room, cause you to poop for an hour, or make you feel faint in public (dosage is always key).
It pisses me off that cannabis is still a Schedule I drug, the same as ecstasy and mushrooms, two drugs that can have some serious side effects. Cocaine though is a schedule II drug. But seriously, cannabis needs to be rescheduled.
Just like my favorite singer and psychedelic adventurer Jim Morrison famously said, “Where’s your will to be weird?” I’m a firm believer that regularly altering your mind and exploring different states of consciousness contributes to the development of a person, provided that it’s done safely. And cannabis can do all that for you – safely!
Pass that bong now, will ya?
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