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i started around 18 years old and im now 34....have tried to quite here and there over the years but this time --its over..ive had enough...i threw my pipe away and cried my f*****g eyes out. i feel cold inside but thats ok....i feel a little scared, but that too is ok...the reason i stoped..it just doesnt work anymore..i cant eat unless im stoned, cant sleep unless im stoned and lost my sex drive for many years..i quite cause i want ME back..
love and blessings to all.
i started around 18 years old and im now 34....have tried to quite here and there over the years but this time --its over..ive had enough...i threw my pipe away and cried my f*****g eyes out. i feel cold inside but thats ok....i feel a little scared, but that too is ok...the reason i stoped..it just doesnt work anymore..i cant eat unless im stoned, cant sleep unless im stoned and lost my sex drive for many years..i quite cause i want ME back..
love and blessings to all.
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:-( I read all the posts. I am going through severe weed withdrawl right now. And not by choice. I gp through withdrawl regurlary 'casue I don't have any money to but any weed with. I don't wanna quit. All of you people gave advice for people that wanna quit. What about dealing with withdrawl? Just ride out & stay positive? What a bunch of c**p. F all of you. I can't stay positive when I don't have weed. I hate evrything. Weed actually let's me feel some compassion & love 4 ppl. U guys r right when u say that weed masks your feelings. When I'm sober I realize that i'mn a really angry person. I've had a shitty life & I deserve to smoke weed to calm my stress.. I wish I wasn't addicted but I feel as if I'm f****d. I don't have the wiilpower to do it.
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Hey all you brothers of the leaf out there.
I've decided to recently quit. Back in February, I got hold of this medium potency herb that the guy called "Fire". Started to smoke it, and noticed a bit of strange, slightly limited vision during the next day. No biggie.
Kept smoking, and 2 weeks later... BAM. I was in traffic, and I got MEGA dizzy all of a sudden without warning. Thought I was genuinely going to lose consciousness. Tingling lips, tingling neck, hands and feet late in the afternoon. Made my neck muscles a bit sore, and legs feel real heavy and weak. I'd been smoking herb then pretty much only nightly just before bed, just whatever I could get, be it hydro or schwag.
Nothing for about 4 or 5 days, and then BAM, more dizzy spells. Not constant dizziness, but just waves, anxiety like I was going to soon lose control or really flip out and be incoherent. Terror. "My God - the doctors don't know what's wrong with me! I'm going to get sicker and pass out or go insane or get the shakes or something!" - (my brain.)
Well - anxiety, dizziness (but no room spinning or vomitting, just nausea) - look it up on the Net, labyrinthitis? Could it be? Go to the hospital, feeling like absolute c**p for hours at a time, and the doc says it's a virus that could hang around a while. Labyrinthitis is viral, right? Could be.
So throughout the next 4 weeks or so, the dizzy spells decrease in intensity a little and duration a lot. They lasted only 15 seconds or so, and eventually went down to not being any big deal.
A month and change later, I'm feeling pretty close to normal. Perhaps my labyrinthitis (suspected) was gone? So I took a hit off my pipe, just one small one, in case I got sick. HOH-HOH. Boy, did I get sick again, dizzy and faint-feeling just like before, same magnitude. I seem to have gone back to square one at that point.
Now, it's almost 3 weeks later since that one small dizzying hit. I get dizzy spells for about a few minutes at a time now, and anxiety has been afflicting me too for the duration.
Is it a reaction to the new strain, or weed reacting with labyrinthitis... what the hell's goin on?
I've decided to recently quit. Back in February, I got hold of this medium potency herb that the guy called "Fire". Started to smoke it, and noticed a bit of strange, slightly limited vision during the next day. No biggie.
Kept smoking, and 2 weeks later... BAM. I was in traffic, and I got MEGA dizzy all of a sudden without warning. Thought I was genuinely going to lose consciousness. Tingling lips, tingling neck, hands and feet late in the afternoon. Made my neck muscles a bit sore, and legs feel real heavy and weak. I'd been smoking herb then pretty much only nightly just before bed, just whatever I could get, be it hydro or schwag.
Nothing for about 4 or 5 days, and then BAM, more dizzy spells. Not constant dizziness, but just waves, anxiety like I was going to soon lose control or really flip out and be incoherent. Terror. "My God - the doctors don't know what's wrong with me! I'm going to get sicker and pass out or go insane or get the shakes or something!" - (my brain.)
Well - anxiety, dizziness (but no room spinning or vomitting, just nausea) - look it up on the Net, labyrinthitis? Could it be? Go to the hospital, feeling like absolute c**p for hours at a time, and the doc says it's a virus that could hang around a while. Labyrinthitis is viral, right? Could be.
So throughout the next 4 weeks or so, the dizzy spells decrease in intensity a little and duration a lot. They lasted only 15 seconds or so, and eventually went down to not being any big deal.
A month and change later, I'm feeling pretty close to normal. Perhaps my labyrinthitis (suspected) was gone? So I took a hit off my pipe, just one small one, in case I got sick. HOH-HOH. Boy, did I get sick again, dizzy and faint-feeling just like before, same magnitude. I seem to have gone back to square one at that point.
Now, it's almost 3 weeks later since that one small dizzying hit. I get dizzy spells for about a few minutes at a time now, and anxiety has been afflicting me too for the duration.
Is it a reaction to the new strain, or weed reacting with labyrinthitis... what the hell's goin on?
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Im very glad to have stumbled across this site! Its 3:10am and im still up, as today is the 7th day i havent smoked weed. Ive been smoking for 9 years, up to about 5 grams a day, of hydro. I was using a bong if that makes any difference. Recently i have cut down to about a gram a day, then i went cold turkey from that point.
I was feeling ok mentally, but experiencing bad temperature fluctuations, i'd be really hot and start to sweat then i take off my jumper and im almost instantly freezing again. It stabilizes for a while but then happens again.
I have much clearer memory, both short term and long, and i felt better until this evening. I had just got off the bus on the way home, and i began walking towards the supermarket to get dinner with my girlfriend, when suddenly it felt like the gound was undulating under me, and i almost fell over. Not wanting to show something was wrong (i was walking past strangers sitting on a bench and there was people around in the carpark) i kept walking but it was hard to stay on my feet. My vision became somewhat blurry, and i felt like i was on acid. My hands became incredibly sweaty, and i realized there was no damn way i was going into the supermarket. I told my girlfriend and asked her to walk with me back home, as i had to cross lanes of traffic and i was genuinely concerned i was going to pass out or something whilst doing so!
My heart rate felt fast, but i could hardly feel it beating, and there was a weird sensation throughout my whole body. It was all i could do to walk home.
Once home I tried to lay down but it made the dizziness (for want of a better word to describe it - like the coach was moving around like it was floating in the ocean) worse, so i tried sitting outside and smoked a cigarette. I felt somewhat better, but still off the planet. I tried to have some wine, but i couldnt just sit there and drink it, i was so fidgety. I got up and did the washing up, and movement made me feel better but i didnt feel in control of my movements fully, and i was worried i was going to drop things, although i didnt.
After this, i went upstairs and layed down, this time it made me feel a little better. I almost went to sleep, but i knew i had to get food and make dinner. After an hour or so i got up, and forced myself to go to the supermarket - i still felt weird there but i just did what i had to do and go out of there. I cooked and made dinner and had a beer, and ive slowly pulled back up to normal now at 3am.
Ive been smoking the occasional tobacco cone to alleviate the hand mouth compulsion, but ive been trying to focus on reading stuff online, hence finding this site.
Ive been trying to do exercise with weights but im weak in comparison to normal and im all achy.
I also end up sitting in these uncomfortable positions and i dont realize till my arm or leg goes to sleep! I also cannot sleep very well, and im dreaming for the first time since i started smoking, which is weird too.
I was quite worried about my 'episode' this afeternoon. Has anyone had similar feelings or experiences?
Ive enjoyed reading this thread and Its great to know im not alone in this temporary hell.
I was feeling ok mentally, but experiencing bad temperature fluctuations, i'd be really hot and start to sweat then i take off my jumper and im almost instantly freezing again. It stabilizes for a while but then happens again.
I have much clearer memory, both short term and long, and i felt better until this evening. I had just got off the bus on the way home, and i began walking towards the supermarket to get dinner with my girlfriend, when suddenly it felt like the gound was undulating under me, and i almost fell over. Not wanting to show something was wrong (i was walking past strangers sitting on a bench and there was people around in the carpark) i kept walking but it was hard to stay on my feet. My vision became somewhat blurry, and i felt like i was on acid. My hands became incredibly sweaty, and i realized there was no damn way i was going into the supermarket. I told my girlfriend and asked her to walk with me back home, as i had to cross lanes of traffic and i was genuinely concerned i was going to pass out or something whilst doing so!
My heart rate felt fast, but i could hardly feel it beating, and there was a weird sensation throughout my whole body. It was all i could do to walk home.
Once home I tried to lay down but it made the dizziness (for want of a better word to describe it - like the coach was moving around like it was floating in the ocean) worse, so i tried sitting outside and smoked a cigarette. I felt somewhat better, but still off the planet. I tried to have some wine, but i couldnt just sit there and drink it, i was so fidgety. I got up and did the washing up, and movement made me feel better but i didnt feel in control of my movements fully, and i was worried i was going to drop things, although i didnt.
After this, i went upstairs and layed down, this time it made me feel a little better. I almost went to sleep, but i knew i had to get food and make dinner. After an hour or so i got up, and forced myself to go to the supermarket - i still felt weird there but i just did what i had to do and go out of there. I cooked and made dinner and had a beer, and ive slowly pulled back up to normal now at 3am.
Ive been smoking the occasional tobacco cone to alleviate the hand mouth compulsion, but ive been trying to focus on reading stuff online, hence finding this site.
Ive been trying to do exercise with weights but im weak in comparison to normal and im all achy.
I also end up sitting in these uncomfortable positions and i dont realize till my arm or leg goes to sleep! I also cannot sleep very well, and im dreaming for the first time since i started smoking, which is weird too.
I was quite worried about my 'episode' this afeternoon. Has anyone had similar feelings or experiences?
Ive enjoyed reading this thread and Its great to know im not alone in this temporary hell.
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hey mate (who posted above me as a guest) i have also been experiencing the dizziness and weird feelings you described.
i was almos at the point of saying 'take me to hospital' but i hate hospitals and the last thing id want is doctors probing me and taking blood and asking questions in that state.
i was sure i wasnt gonna die, so i went home, but i felt litertally like i was gonna drop to the ground and have a fit or something, i was almost incoherent and i had to focus 100% to walk home without falling over.
im withdrawing from pretty heavy weed use though, and i hadnt smoked in 7 days when the 'episode' happened.
i have no idea what the herb called 'fire' is but if i were you i wouldnt smoke it anymore man, just stick to the weed if you have to smoke something but honestly it sounds like you need a break from it all.
i have smoked salvia divinorum (indian sage) before, and i tripped out like youre supposed to on it. Then a2 days later after not smoking it again (just smoked weed) i had this massive hallucinatory experience at my friends house. i felt dizzy, i couldnt hear properly, it was like i was in a soundproof booth with no roof and peoples voices were coming in through the roof not at me, if that makes sense. These golden orbs of light were flying out of the ceiling light at me and i got really nauseous and i went to the bathroom to puke but i didnt. It could be something like that maybe.
I hope you pull up ok bro.
Try to stay off everything and do plenty of exercise and eat well, and drink some alcohol to calm your nerves if you need it but dont get pissed. Also having a cone or 2 of tobacco has helped me deal with the craving to use the bong.
You will get through it mate.
Im feeling better today, i took the day off work cos i didnt trust myself alone in public after yesterday, but i think im gonna be fine and it was just a spell. I have read of others having massive dizzy spells too and i think its just our bodies coming off the weed.
i was almos at the point of saying 'take me to hospital' but i hate hospitals and the last thing id want is doctors probing me and taking blood and asking questions in that state.
i was sure i wasnt gonna die, so i went home, but i felt litertally like i was gonna drop to the ground and have a fit or something, i was almost incoherent and i had to focus 100% to walk home without falling over.
im withdrawing from pretty heavy weed use though, and i hadnt smoked in 7 days when the 'episode' happened.
i have no idea what the herb called 'fire' is but if i were you i wouldnt smoke it anymore man, just stick to the weed if you have to smoke something but honestly it sounds like you need a break from it all.
i have smoked salvia divinorum (indian sage) before, and i tripped out like youre supposed to on it. Then a2 days later after not smoking it again (just smoked weed) i had this massive hallucinatory experience at my friends house. i felt dizzy, i couldnt hear properly, it was like i was in a soundproof booth with no roof and peoples voices were coming in through the roof not at me, if that makes sense. These golden orbs of light were flying out of the ceiling light at me and i got really nauseous and i went to the bathroom to puke but i didnt. It could be something like that maybe.
I hope you pull up ok bro.
Try to stay off everything and do plenty of exercise and eat well, and drink some alcohol to calm your nerves if you need it but dont get pissed. Also having a cone or 2 of tobacco has helped me deal with the craving to use the bong.
You will get through it mate.
Im feeling better today, i took the day off work cos i didnt trust myself alone in public after yesterday, but i think im gonna be fine and it was just a spell. I have read of others having massive dizzy spells too and i think its just our bodies coming off the weed.
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Hey, just thought I would relate my experiences, if only to try and deflect my thoughts from the anxiety.
I am 20 yrs old and have been smoking pot every day for roughly the past 3 years. In the past 6 months or so it has escalated to 1/8th a day, however a few weeks ago i decided to cut back and stop buying, but not quit smoking.
At the same time i quit smoking cigarettes and felt much better, physically and mentally. However I still smoked the occasional bowl or 6, depending which one of my neighbours decided to smoke me out.
So you could say that the THC was still in my system. However about 4/5 days ago i smoked my last joint and haven't smoked since. It might be worth mentioning that i quit finally due to the fact that my heart would start beating irregularly fast for the duration of my high.
So up until yesterday I had no physical or mental symptoms of withdrawal. However, on Friday night a friend of mine had a birthday party down in LA, which i went to with some friends. I got quite drunk, and smoked the first cigarette I had smoked in a month (a clove). The next morning, about 20 minutes into the car ride back to Santa Barbara (my home), the hangover started to wear off, and i noticed my heart beating irregularly quickly. I became very worried, and was stressed out of my mind for the whole car trip.
When i returned to Santa Barbara on Saturday i had my friends drop me off at my house, and i drove to the ER. After the short wait (ha!), a doctor saw me, and i had an EKG. Nothing wrong. he told me that my heart palpitations were actually something that had recently been observed as quite common in heavy pot smokers who had quit cold turkey.
So i went home, somewhat mollified. But nervous for the rest of the day. Now its Sunday and i'm still anxious as hell, although my heart rate for all intents and purposes is normal.
However here is a list of the symptoms i am experiencing. If anyone can relate to this, don't hesitate to answer, as it would do wonders for my anxiety, which may be the problem in the first place. Anyway, the list:
sweaty palms and face
tight chest
pains in the solar plexus area
frequent bowel movements
burping with some acid reflux (although I'm not sure if this is a attempt to relieve chest pressure, although the acid reflux i had earlier makes even my nervous mind doubt the burping is really self inflicted).
Anyway, thanks for reading, if you did. And to all those going through the same thing or trying to: Ultimately its WAY worth it, i feel much more lucid than i did when i was high, and am much happier (barring this BS).
I am 20 yrs old and have been smoking pot every day for roughly the past 3 years. In the past 6 months or so it has escalated to 1/8th a day, however a few weeks ago i decided to cut back and stop buying, but not quit smoking.
At the same time i quit smoking cigarettes and felt much better, physically and mentally. However I still smoked the occasional bowl or 6, depending which one of my neighbours decided to smoke me out.
So you could say that the THC was still in my system. However about 4/5 days ago i smoked my last joint and haven't smoked since. It might be worth mentioning that i quit finally due to the fact that my heart would start beating irregularly fast for the duration of my high.
So up until yesterday I had no physical or mental symptoms of withdrawal. However, on Friday night a friend of mine had a birthday party down in LA, which i went to with some friends. I got quite drunk, and smoked the first cigarette I had smoked in a month (a clove). The next morning, about 20 minutes into the car ride back to Santa Barbara (my home), the hangover started to wear off, and i noticed my heart beating irregularly quickly. I became very worried, and was stressed out of my mind for the whole car trip.
When i returned to Santa Barbara on Saturday i had my friends drop me off at my house, and i drove to the ER. After the short wait (ha!), a doctor saw me, and i had an EKG. Nothing wrong. he told me that my heart palpitations were actually something that had recently been observed as quite common in heavy pot smokers who had quit cold turkey.
So i went home, somewhat mollified. But nervous for the rest of the day. Now its Sunday and i'm still anxious as hell, although my heart rate for all intents and purposes is normal.
However here is a list of the symptoms i am experiencing. If anyone can relate to this, don't hesitate to answer, as it would do wonders for my anxiety, which may be the problem in the first place. Anyway, the list:
sweaty palms and face
tight chest
pains in the solar plexus area
frequent bowel movements
burping with some acid reflux (although I'm not sure if this is a attempt to relieve chest pressure, although the acid reflux i had earlier makes even my nervous mind doubt the burping is really self inflicted).
Anyway, thanks for reading, if you did. And to all those going through the same thing or trying to: Ultimately its WAY worth it, i feel much more lucid than i did when i was high, and am much happier (barring this BS).
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Hello,
It has been so helpful to read all your posts. I'd like to share me experience, so hopefully what I have to say will help someone else, as well as me for writing it!
I have smoked pot for the past 10 years, usually every day, although there have been times when I didn't do it as much. I am 30, and have spent the last 4 years either with a heavy roommate/pot smoker or by myself in grad school (with the weed flowing through me like water). 2 years ago, I went through a hard breakup and at the same time took a ten day vacation with my dad. I was smoking everyday before I left, and about the 3rd day of the trip, I started waking up very early in the morning with intense discontent, feeling anxious and alone even though my dad was in the next bed over in the hotel room. I didn't know I was going through withdrawal, because I had quit before (but it was only after 2 years of smoking the first time) and I had not felt withdrawals before. So, I attributed the feelings to the heartbreak I was feeling over the girl. Around the 7th-8th day I began to feel better and slept better (I was in Las Vegas and drinking pretty heavily as well) and so I never really made the association with marijuana withdrawal.
When I got back home, I fell back into smoking, although it was not as heavy. I was feeling depressed and I made a conscious choice not to medicate myself into feeling better. So, I wouldn't smoke until I felt better. Well, what happened is that I would have a horrible cycle of withdrawal (stomach pain, loss of appetite, insomnia, anxiety/depression) that would subside as I would not smoke, and then start all over again when I would. This continued for eight months as I started seeing a therapist about my emotional distress. The cycle was continuing and I was considering going on antidepressants. I didn't want conflicting mood regulators in my body so I decided to quit smoking in order to prepare myself for other medication. During the six weeks that followed, I noticed the pain going away, and I no longer felt the need for prescription meds. As I felt better (not really understanding what I had been through, I though it was all emotional) I started smoking again. This time, my body wasn't dependant, and I was able to handle the transition back in to marijuana-land. I had no idea the effect it was having on my body, however.
About 20 days ago, I had to say goodbye to my awesome girlfriend as she went away for the summer. I had spent 8 days with her, and I didn't smoke during that time, and as soon as I left her, I started feeling intense anxiety about being apart from her. I didn't realize that while the feelings of missing her were real, they were feeding the negative thought machine of marijuana withdrawal. I started smoking again with my friends, and the feelings didn't go away. I would smoke every 2 days, and once again, I was unwittingly sending my body through hell by choice.
7 days ago, I decided that I needed to quit once and for all. I was not emotionally healthy, and it was taking a tax on my long distance relationship. I was so dependant on my girlfriend to make me happy, and I decided I needed to get healthy. I was awake in the middle of the night, and on a whim, got up and flushed my entire stash of weed. It was so damned liberating to watch the marijuana spiral down the porcelain drain.
I decided to take a vacation with my brother's family, and I have spent the last week away from all my weed associations and paraphernalia. It has been rough, and I have spent as much time as I could afford reading posts on this forum, doing research about withdrawal and trying to understand what was happening in my body.
The intense anxiety has subsided, and now I am left with sleeplessness, crazy dreams, mild depression, and I am started to feel a headache on the right side of my head.
I haven't had vivid dreams in years, and I'm finding them a little unsettling. I don't sleep much, and when I do it is only for a couple of hours at a time.
The negative thoughts are starting to go away, and I'm beginning to see life through a new set of eyes. The world is starting to seem more optimistic, and time is passing more quickly for me. It's only been seven days of soberiety, although I really didn't smoke too much in the ten days before that.
I guess I'll conclude with the following:
The symptoms you are feeling are quite natural and they will go away. Already I'm handling the anxiety better, my mood is lifting, and I'm feeling better now that I have for the past 20 days. Life is starting to seem good again, and I no longer feel trapped in this bubble of anxiety.
It WILL get better. My appetite has increased, and I expect that I will soon find the slumber I'm so eagerly awaiting.
I wish you all luck. And a little luck for myself as well.
Best!
Marc
It has been so helpful to read all your posts. I'd like to share me experience, so hopefully what I have to say will help someone else, as well as me for writing it!
I have smoked pot for the past 10 years, usually every day, although there have been times when I didn't do it as much. I am 30, and have spent the last 4 years either with a heavy roommate/pot smoker or by myself in grad school (with the weed flowing through me like water). 2 years ago, I went through a hard breakup and at the same time took a ten day vacation with my dad. I was smoking everyday before I left, and about the 3rd day of the trip, I started waking up very early in the morning with intense discontent, feeling anxious and alone even though my dad was in the next bed over in the hotel room. I didn't know I was going through withdrawal, because I had quit before (but it was only after 2 years of smoking the first time) and I had not felt withdrawals before. So, I attributed the feelings to the heartbreak I was feeling over the girl. Around the 7th-8th day I began to feel better and slept better (I was in Las Vegas and drinking pretty heavily as well) and so I never really made the association with marijuana withdrawal.
When I got back home, I fell back into smoking, although it was not as heavy. I was feeling depressed and I made a conscious choice not to medicate myself into feeling better. So, I wouldn't smoke until I felt better. Well, what happened is that I would have a horrible cycle of withdrawal (stomach pain, loss of appetite, insomnia, anxiety/depression) that would subside as I would not smoke, and then start all over again when I would. This continued for eight months as I started seeing a therapist about my emotional distress. The cycle was continuing and I was considering going on antidepressants. I didn't want conflicting mood regulators in my body so I decided to quit smoking in order to prepare myself for other medication. During the six weeks that followed, I noticed the pain going away, and I no longer felt the need for prescription meds. As I felt better (not really understanding what I had been through, I though it was all emotional) I started smoking again. This time, my body wasn't dependant, and I was able to handle the transition back in to marijuana-land. I had no idea the effect it was having on my body, however.
About 20 days ago, I had to say goodbye to my awesome girlfriend as she went away for the summer. I had spent 8 days with her, and I didn't smoke during that time, and as soon as I left her, I started feeling intense anxiety about being apart from her. I didn't realize that while the feelings of missing her were real, they were feeding the negative thought machine of marijuana withdrawal. I started smoking again with my friends, and the feelings didn't go away. I would smoke every 2 days, and once again, I was unwittingly sending my body through hell by choice.
7 days ago, I decided that I needed to quit once and for all. I was not emotionally healthy, and it was taking a tax on my long distance relationship. I was so dependant on my girlfriend to make me happy, and I decided I needed to get healthy. I was awake in the middle of the night, and on a whim, got up and flushed my entire stash of weed. It was so damned liberating to watch the marijuana spiral down the porcelain drain.
I decided to take a vacation with my brother's family, and I have spent the last week away from all my weed associations and paraphernalia. It has been rough, and I have spent as much time as I could afford reading posts on this forum, doing research about withdrawal and trying to understand what was happening in my body.
The intense anxiety has subsided, and now I am left with sleeplessness, crazy dreams, mild depression, and I am started to feel a headache on the right side of my head.
I haven't had vivid dreams in years, and I'm finding them a little unsettling. I don't sleep much, and when I do it is only for a couple of hours at a time.
The negative thoughts are starting to go away, and I'm beginning to see life through a new set of eyes. The world is starting to seem more optimistic, and time is passing more quickly for me. It's only been seven days of soberiety, although I really didn't smoke too much in the ten days before that.
I guess I'll conclude with the following:
The symptoms you are feeling are quite natural and they will go away. Already I'm handling the anxiety better, my mood is lifting, and I'm feeling better now that I have for the past 20 days. Life is starting to seem good again, and I no longer feel trapped in this bubble of anxiety.
It WILL get better. My appetite has increased, and I expect that I will soon find the slumber I'm so eagerly awaiting.
I wish you all luck. And a little luck for myself as well.
Best!
Marc
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This post has helped put my mind at ease about my withdrawals.
Doubt many will read this far but I figure I'll throw in my two cents anyways. I've read all the posts and have received a lot of good information. The one thing I noticed is that everyone's withdrawals are different, some lucky bastards don't get any apparently. Quick background, 10 years smoking daily 18-28, was smoking quarter oz a week of good stuff, self desire to quit no outside forces (not getting anything positive out of it anymore). I had smoked cigarettes for 5 years 18-23 and also quit those cold turkey. I've decided to post my symptoms of the past 4 days, this is my 5th day (morning) without. You may or may not experience this but this is what I've gone through.
Day 0 - Final day of smoking
Had decided to quit a week ago and have been mentally preparing myself for it, enjoyed my smoking friends company and told them I can't hang around them for a while, they understood (if they don't get new friends). Cold turkey, no herbal supplements, no beer, no sleeping aids.
Day 1
Woke up at a normal time, throughout the day I became moody, had a short fuse, very lethargic, slightly depressed, appetite decreased a little, difficult to fall asleep.
Day 2
Woke up early, very hot short time later very cold, temperature stabilized after nap, moody, had diarrhea, stomach had dull pain, no appetite, lethargic, difficult to fall asleep, temperature fluctuated at night before going to bed, trying to go to bed at a decent time.
Started drinking more water.
Day 3
Woke up early, very hot short time later very cold, stable temp after a short while, moody, diarrhea is worse, stomach still has dull pain, no appetite, body feels a little tired but mentally I feel a little more active/aware, temperature fluctuated at night before going to bed, still trying to go to bed earlier.
Became more physically active doing stuff to take my mind off of it, drinking lots of water.
Day 4
Woke up early, moody, diarrhea persists, dull pain in stomach, slight appetite midday, had trouble sleeping.
Drinking lots of water, went for a walk at night after not feeling tired. Exercise felt great! (and this coming from someone who despises sweat)
Day 5 (midday)
Woke up early, residue of dreams in my head (been a while since I had that), less moody, diarrhea is terrible, dull pain in stomach, slight appetite.
Went on long walk in the morning, shower afterwards was like being reborn, drinking vitamin/fruit juices, purchased bran cereal to hopefully combat diarrhea.
So it's not much but it's my experiences I hope it may help someone else going through the same thing. Hopefully I'll remember to update this to my full week and maybe the one month mark. I can say that it is getting easier with time. Based on some research I read and some of the posts it seems like the worst of it is over in the first week to ten days and is mostly out of the system after a month. So be strong and avoid people that may pull you back in. I already feel much better and have a much better outlook on life.
Doubt many will read this far but I figure I'll throw in my two cents anyways. I've read all the posts and have received a lot of good information. The one thing I noticed is that everyone's withdrawals are different, some lucky bastards don't get any apparently. Quick background, 10 years smoking daily 18-28, was smoking quarter oz a week of good stuff, self desire to quit no outside forces (not getting anything positive out of it anymore). I had smoked cigarettes for 5 years 18-23 and also quit those cold turkey. I've decided to post my symptoms of the past 4 days, this is my 5th day (morning) without. You may or may not experience this but this is what I've gone through.
Day 0 - Final day of smoking
Had decided to quit a week ago and have been mentally preparing myself for it, enjoyed my smoking friends company and told them I can't hang around them for a while, they understood (if they don't get new friends). Cold turkey, no herbal supplements, no beer, no sleeping aids.
Day 1
Woke up at a normal time, throughout the day I became moody, had a short fuse, very lethargic, slightly depressed, appetite decreased a little, difficult to fall asleep.
Day 2
Woke up early, very hot short time later very cold, temperature stabilized after nap, moody, had diarrhea, stomach had dull pain, no appetite, lethargic, difficult to fall asleep, temperature fluctuated at night before going to bed, trying to go to bed at a decent time.
Started drinking more water.
Day 3
Woke up early, very hot short time later very cold, stable temp after a short while, moody, diarrhea is worse, stomach still has dull pain, no appetite, body feels a little tired but mentally I feel a little more active/aware, temperature fluctuated at night before going to bed, still trying to go to bed earlier.
Became more physically active doing stuff to take my mind off of it, drinking lots of water.
Day 4
Woke up early, moody, diarrhea persists, dull pain in stomach, slight appetite midday, had trouble sleeping.
Drinking lots of water, went for a walk at night after not feeling tired. Exercise felt great! (and this coming from someone who despises sweat)
Day 5 (midday)
Woke up early, residue of dreams in my head (been a while since I had that), less moody, diarrhea is terrible, dull pain in stomach, slight appetite.
Went on long walk in the morning, shower afterwards was like being reborn, drinking vitamin/fruit juices, purchased bran cereal to hopefully combat diarrhea.
So it's not much but it's my experiences I hope it may help someone else going through the same thing. Hopefully I'll remember to update this to my full week and maybe the one month mark. I can say that it is getting easier with time. Based on some research I read and some of the posts it seems like the worst of it is over in the first week to ten days and is mostly out of the system after a month. So be strong and avoid people that may pull you back in. I already feel much better and have a much better outlook on life.
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My Anxiety and Marijuana Withdrawal
Well, I can say that coming upon this board has been probably the most positive thing for me as far as quitting marijuana.
To sum up my marijuana usage, I began when I was 15 smoking on weekends/every other weekend. When I turned 17 I began to smoke every day and function perfectly fine in daily life (an average of 2-3 single bongrips a day, relatively not that much for most everyday smokers). Graduated fine with excellent grades, and I am currently 21 years old, and attending my senior year of college, along with almost practically straight A's. It is absolutely possible to be a smoker and function well in your personal life. I used to experience some anxiety prior to attending events such as parties/gatherings, but they would normally subside almost instantly upon my arrival at the party. I certainly associate this with my marijuana usage, as I never experienced such a feeling until about 6 months into daily smoking. But this really wasn't much of my problem, and wouldn't quit because of it.
About 2 1/2 weeks ago I experienced a panic attack while simply eating dinner with a friend. Typical panic attack symptoms occured: sweaty palms, heart beating fast, loss of appetite, feeling like i'm about to throw up/die! It sucked basically, but I didnt associate it with weed. The following day I took a mighty bong rip at a friends house and instantly felt the same feelings again. These were so intense and uncomfortable that I even considered quitting marijuana at that moment if it would end these feelings. Later that night (about 5 hours after smoking) I was attacked yet again with a panic attack (while riding on a 2 hour train no less...I had to ask to conductor to make sure I was conscious when we arrived at the station).
The following day I didn't touch any pot until late at night around 11 PM. I figured that if I took the tiniest hit possible out of my bowl (and I mean TINY, about the size of a tic-tac), I couldn't possibly get the anxiety again. Low and behold, I did. I was barely high, but I felt the panic coming on. At that moment I promised myself that I would quit because the feelings were absolutely torturous and I couldn't live happily alongside them.
So here I am exactly 2 weeks after quitting cold turkey. I am experiencing a handful of the symptoms that we are all talking about here. Specifically, my appetite has become less immediately upon quitting, which didn't bother me too much as I could still consume regularly. I can sleep and wake up fine (wake up easier actually), and after 3 days I no longer had any strong desire to spark up. I felt like I was basically past the toughest part after only 5 days, that is, until the last 3 days.
3 days ago, out of the blue, I experienced a pretty bad panic attack while simply sitting in a movie theater, in the afternoon (seeing the Dark Knight, none the less). After the attack I retained a feeling of anxiety that would not go away, and has not gone away since (total of 3 days). When I awake, throughout the day, and even as I sit here typing, I have a sense of anxiety inside me that won't quite go away. When I think about it, the feelings begin to snowball until I feel like I am on the brim of another attack, and I have to remind myself to remain calm, breathe, and remember why I feel this way. It's like I constantly feel as if I'm about to go on a stage in front of a crowd without my pants on.
I would say that all other symptoms have subsided except for this damned anxiety that won't go away. The fear of another attack is overwhelming and frightening, but it makes me feel better to know that this is COMMON AMONGST US QUITTERS! When I really think about it, a panic attack is caused by the brain and nothing else, and such an attack can just as easily be calmed (well, not quite as easy, but just as possible), as it is caused.
I don't think there is anything more effective then coming to the realization that you are not the only one experiencing these withdrawals, that they are temporary, and to just remind yourself in your head that you are simply experiencing symptoms of no longer smoking a natural herb. The drug is natural, the withdrawals are natural, and your feelings right now are natural. As marijuana quitters, we are often lucky enough to only face symptoms that make us sick, but at the same time does not make us feel as though we insanely need the drug to relieve our present symptoms (trust me sparking up won't instantly relieve you). It will all be over and done in time (and trust me, us pot smokers have it 1000x easier then a recovering cocaine/heroine/meth/alcohol addict who feverishly fiends for another hit).
Educating yourself about what your taking on is the most powerful medicine.
Your not crazy! Your not going to die or feel like this forever! Your simply paying for those years of enjoyment; every action has a reaction, ying yang, etc.
It's strange but I feel as though writing this/researching about it/understanding it has helped me to feel a lot better as of right this moment. If your like me and your mind needs to be occupied because you find it hard to focus on anything except for the possibility of another panic attack, I suggest you write about your experiences here (you dont even have to sign up), trust me, its very therapeutic and will get your mind off of your present negative feelings.
One more thing for those of us coping with anxiety and panic attacks due to withdrawal:
http://panicdisorder.about.com/od/panicdisorderselfhelp/ht/pacoping.htm
10 FANTASTIC tips to help calm you down before/during/after a panic attack.
Booyah. Feel better everyone.
Well, I can say that coming upon this board has been probably the most positive thing for me as far as quitting marijuana.
To sum up my marijuana usage, I began when I was 15 smoking on weekends/every other weekend. When I turned 17 I began to smoke every day and function perfectly fine in daily life (an average of 2-3 single bongrips a day, relatively not that much for most everyday smokers). Graduated fine with excellent grades, and I am currently 21 years old, and attending my senior year of college, along with almost practically straight A's. It is absolutely possible to be a smoker and function well in your personal life. I used to experience some anxiety prior to attending events such as parties/gatherings, but they would normally subside almost instantly upon my arrival at the party. I certainly associate this with my marijuana usage, as I never experienced such a feeling until about 6 months into daily smoking. But this really wasn't much of my problem, and wouldn't quit because of it.
About 2 1/2 weeks ago I experienced a panic attack while simply eating dinner with a friend. Typical panic attack symptoms occured: sweaty palms, heart beating fast, loss of appetite, feeling like i'm about to throw up/die! It sucked basically, but I didnt associate it with weed. The following day I took a mighty bong rip at a friends house and instantly felt the same feelings again. These were so intense and uncomfortable that I even considered quitting marijuana at that moment if it would end these feelings. Later that night (about 5 hours after smoking) I was attacked yet again with a panic attack (while riding on a 2 hour train no less...I had to ask to conductor to make sure I was conscious when we arrived at the station).
The following day I didn't touch any pot until late at night around 11 PM. I figured that if I took the tiniest hit possible out of my bowl (and I mean TINY, about the size of a tic-tac), I couldn't possibly get the anxiety again. Low and behold, I did. I was barely high, but I felt the panic coming on. At that moment I promised myself that I would quit because the feelings were absolutely torturous and I couldn't live happily alongside them.
So here I am exactly 2 weeks after quitting cold turkey. I am experiencing a handful of the symptoms that we are all talking about here. Specifically, my appetite has become less immediately upon quitting, which didn't bother me too much as I could still consume regularly. I can sleep and wake up fine (wake up easier actually), and after 3 days I no longer had any strong desire to spark up. I felt like I was basically past the toughest part after only 5 days, that is, until the last 3 days.
3 days ago, out of the blue, I experienced a pretty bad panic attack while simply sitting in a movie theater, in the afternoon (seeing the Dark Knight, none the less). After the attack I retained a feeling of anxiety that would not go away, and has not gone away since (total of 3 days). When I awake, throughout the day, and even as I sit here typing, I have a sense of anxiety inside me that won't quite go away. When I think about it, the feelings begin to snowball until I feel like I am on the brim of another attack, and I have to remind myself to remain calm, breathe, and remember why I feel this way. It's like I constantly feel as if I'm about to go on a stage in front of a crowd without my pants on.
I would say that all other symptoms have subsided except for this damned anxiety that won't go away. The fear of another attack is overwhelming and frightening, but it makes me feel better to know that this is COMMON AMONGST US QUITTERS! When I really think about it, a panic attack is caused by the brain and nothing else, and such an attack can just as easily be calmed (well, not quite as easy, but just as possible), as it is caused.
I don't think there is anything more effective then coming to the realization that you are not the only one experiencing these withdrawals, that they are temporary, and to just remind yourself in your head that you are simply experiencing symptoms of no longer smoking a natural herb. The drug is natural, the withdrawals are natural, and your feelings right now are natural. As marijuana quitters, we are often lucky enough to only face symptoms that make us sick, but at the same time does not make us feel as though we insanely need the drug to relieve our present symptoms (trust me sparking up won't instantly relieve you). It will all be over and done in time (and trust me, us pot smokers have it 1000x easier then a recovering cocaine/heroine/meth/alcohol addict who feverishly fiends for another hit).
Educating yourself about what your taking on is the most powerful medicine.
Your not crazy! Your not going to die or feel like this forever! Your simply paying for those years of enjoyment; every action has a reaction, ying yang, etc.
It's strange but I feel as though writing this/researching about it/understanding it has helped me to feel a lot better as of right this moment. If your like me and your mind needs to be occupied because you find it hard to focus on anything except for the possibility of another panic attack, I suggest you write about your experiences here (you dont even have to sign up), trust me, its very therapeutic and will get your mind off of your present negative feelings.
One more thing for those of us coping with anxiety and panic attacks due to withdrawal:
http://panicdisorder.about.com/od/panicdisorderselfhelp/ht/pacoping.htm
10 FANTASTIC tips to help calm you down before/during/after a panic attack.
Booyah. Feel better everyone.
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Ok so after reading 7 pages of withdrawal information, I'm ready to tell my story. I'm only 23 yo--Yesterday was my first day "clean" and I didn't even make it.
Everyone on here talks about how "long" they smoked weed for, but I don't think that is very important. Intensity of usage is what determines withdrawal symptoms, along with consistency of your drug ritual. If you always smoke at a certain time, with a certain routine, using your favorite method, etc this is your drug ritual. Breaking the drug ritual for me is just as important as the actual smoking, because I am addicted to both. Sometimes I will cop weed and wait a good hour before I smoke, just sucking in the glory of my catch. But not usually. I smoke within an hour of waking up everyday, and end up using about $15-20 of weed that costs $60/8th on the streets. So about 4 bowls of the most potent ganja a day, everyday.
Last year I was sent to rehab for dealing, and had 10 months sobriety under my belt before smoking again. I learned quite a lot in jail, rehab, probation, watching myself be sober and learning how to live life as a normal person. I have done lots of hard drugs--coke, meth, acid, x, and even crack. I am not a loser, I go to FSU full time and work part time, and get straight A's. But yea, so this time when I started slipping into true Addiction, I was well aware of it.. albeit powerless.
Two days ago I went outside and smashed my pipe, smoked the last of my ganja, and even set myself up where I would have zero money to buy weed, NO MATTER WHAT. This means, no cash, no credit, no friends, no OVERDRAFTS, nothing!! I had to subconsciously screw my life up enough to reach this low in order to be able to stop smoking. No amount of weed drought or lack of funds has stopped me before.
So I woke up, in terrible pains and crying. I'm not sure what I was dreaming about, but it sucked. I spent 2 hours moping around the house looking for tiny nugs that I knew I had rid my house of the day before, but I was looking anyways! Like a crackhead would!!! Ok after my fruitless search, I went outside to try and find my broken pipe pieces to scrape some rezn off of to get high. Well no luck.
Hours go by in slow-f*****g-motion, as the first withdrawal symptom kicks in. Always for me the first thing is sweaty palms and sensitivity to cold. I was literally sweating all over, but shaking from being cold. My solution to this is to constantly put on and take off a sweatshirt. Nothing else works at all. So after hours of spazzing myself out, I decided to go for a run. This made me feel much better, and took my mind off of smoking.
I forced myself to goto my 2 classes (4 hours, back to back), although I was a little scared of how I looked and how ppl would react to me so I made sure to wear nice clothes and sit in the back and not talk to anyone. My classes went OK, although I caught myself constantly acting nervous for no reason, and looking for anyone to connect with on even the most petty level.
Lo and behold in my 2nd class, this kid I had befriended tells me he has an ounce of weed he just got and I should get his number. JESUS CHRIST is God toying with me?!?!?! SO of course I get teh kids number but I have no money. He invites me over to smoke, and even sends me home with a .2 nug. Damn.
So I go home but I have no way to smoke this dinky nug. I try to make a pipe out of a soda can, but the vending machine takes my money. Then I find a socket in my tools and proceed to happily/sadly get high. I've never felt like more of a b***h for doing so. I wasn't very high by bedtime, so sleep did not come easily nor did it last long. I was up at 7am the next day.
That day is today. I cleaned my entire apartment from top to bottom and went for a sprint today cuz I was freaking out so much. Now it is 4:45, I usually get out of class right now, race home with a 1 track mind and proceed to toke it up ridiculous style, alone like usual. So the next hour is going to be the hardest because believe me, your biological clock KNOWS when it wants to smoke.
I haven't eaten anything in the last day and a half other than 3 pieces of bread that took me 20 mins each to eat. No, I'm not joking. I cannot generate saliva or hunger if I am not high. The tiny things I do eat, I nearly puke up and can taste in my throat. My normal routine of eating goes like this:
1. buy food.
2. eat 1/3 or 1/4 of the food, until full as sh*t.
3. smoke.
4. eat the rest of my meal, and actually have it taste good.
I do this because I don't like to be noticeably high when I order my food, and although I smoke everyday all day, people can easily tell when I'm high... I think it has to do with my shame.
I've somehow managed to put down about 400 calories today already, without puking any of it up. This required ordering delicious expensive food and sampling only one part of each of the meal, washing it down with copious amounts of liquids. I think the anorexia is the worst withdrawal symptom to overcome, and also takes the longest to repair.
I duno what else to say. I am so proud of all of you who have made it 5+ days and are starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Weed has always been my achilles heel, especially when I let it get out of hand like I have. I honestly don't think I will last even to the end of today, as my drug brain has already hashed the most random deal with my buddy to smoke when he gets out of work. Do NOT underestimate the beast within. People believe in free will, but it is VERY SMALL in humans. We think we make real decisions, but try having free will when you are hopelessly addicted to a drug. Good luck telling yourself no. The pettiest habits are hard to break, even for ppl who don't use, so trying to quit a powerful drug like Chronic is a huge undertaking. Be prepared, stay confident, read a lot, and KICKASS.
I will make it. Maybe not this time, maybe not next time, but I will eventually f*****g quit this evil drug. I love to feel the human compassion, the love, and the aliveness that only weed can bring to my life, but not at the sake of my own reality. One day at a time.
_[removed]_ feel free to email me guys.
Everyone on here talks about how "long" they smoked weed for, but I don't think that is very important. Intensity of usage is what determines withdrawal symptoms, along with consistency of your drug ritual. If you always smoke at a certain time, with a certain routine, using your favorite method, etc this is your drug ritual. Breaking the drug ritual for me is just as important as the actual smoking, because I am addicted to both. Sometimes I will cop weed and wait a good hour before I smoke, just sucking in the glory of my catch. But not usually. I smoke within an hour of waking up everyday, and end up using about $15-20 of weed that costs $60/8th on the streets. So about 4 bowls of the most potent ganja a day, everyday.
Last year I was sent to rehab for dealing, and had 10 months sobriety under my belt before smoking again. I learned quite a lot in jail, rehab, probation, watching myself be sober and learning how to live life as a normal person. I have done lots of hard drugs--coke, meth, acid, x, and even crack. I am not a loser, I go to FSU full time and work part time, and get straight A's. But yea, so this time when I started slipping into true Addiction, I was well aware of it.. albeit powerless.
Two days ago I went outside and smashed my pipe, smoked the last of my ganja, and even set myself up where I would have zero money to buy weed, NO MATTER WHAT. This means, no cash, no credit, no friends, no OVERDRAFTS, nothing!! I had to subconsciously screw my life up enough to reach this low in order to be able to stop smoking. No amount of weed drought or lack of funds has stopped me before.
So I woke up, in terrible pains and crying. I'm not sure what I was dreaming about, but it sucked. I spent 2 hours moping around the house looking for tiny nugs that I knew I had rid my house of the day before, but I was looking anyways! Like a crackhead would!!! Ok after my fruitless search, I went outside to try and find my broken pipe pieces to scrape some rezn off of to get high. Well no luck.
Hours go by in slow-f*****g-motion, as the first withdrawal symptom kicks in. Always for me the first thing is sweaty palms and sensitivity to cold. I was literally sweating all over, but shaking from being cold. My solution to this is to constantly put on and take off a sweatshirt. Nothing else works at all. So after hours of spazzing myself out, I decided to go for a run. This made me feel much better, and took my mind off of smoking.
I forced myself to goto my 2 classes (4 hours, back to back), although I was a little scared of how I looked and how ppl would react to me so I made sure to wear nice clothes and sit in the back and not talk to anyone. My classes went OK, although I caught myself constantly acting nervous for no reason, and looking for anyone to connect with on even the most petty level.
Lo and behold in my 2nd class, this kid I had befriended tells me he has an ounce of weed he just got and I should get his number. JESUS CHRIST is God toying with me?!?!?! SO of course I get teh kids number but I have no money. He invites me over to smoke, and even sends me home with a .2 nug. Damn.
So I go home but I have no way to smoke this dinky nug. I try to make a pipe out of a soda can, but the vending machine takes my money. Then I find a socket in my tools and proceed to happily/sadly get high. I've never felt like more of a b***h for doing so. I wasn't very high by bedtime, so sleep did not come easily nor did it last long. I was up at 7am the next day.
That day is today. I cleaned my entire apartment from top to bottom and went for a sprint today cuz I was freaking out so much. Now it is 4:45, I usually get out of class right now, race home with a 1 track mind and proceed to toke it up ridiculous style, alone like usual. So the next hour is going to be the hardest because believe me, your biological clock KNOWS when it wants to smoke.
I haven't eaten anything in the last day and a half other than 3 pieces of bread that took me 20 mins each to eat. No, I'm not joking. I cannot generate saliva or hunger if I am not high. The tiny things I do eat, I nearly puke up and can taste in my throat. My normal routine of eating goes like this:
1. buy food.
2. eat 1/3 or 1/4 of the food, until full as sh*t.
3. smoke.
4. eat the rest of my meal, and actually have it taste good.
I do this because I don't like to be noticeably high when I order my food, and although I smoke everyday all day, people can easily tell when I'm high... I think it has to do with my shame.
I've somehow managed to put down about 400 calories today already, without puking any of it up. This required ordering delicious expensive food and sampling only one part of each of the meal, washing it down with copious amounts of liquids. I think the anorexia is the worst withdrawal symptom to overcome, and also takes the longest to repair.
I duno what else to say. I am so proud of all of you who have made it 5+ days and are starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Weed has always been my achilles heel, especially when I let it get out of hand like I have. I honestly don't think I will last even to the end of today, as my drug brain has already hashed the most random deal with my buddy to smoke when he gets out of work. Do NOT underestimate the beast within. People believe in free will, but it is VERY SMALL in humans. We think we make real decisions, but try having free will when you are hopelessly addicted to a drug. Good luck telling yourself no. The pettiest habits are hard to break, even for ppl who don't use, so trying to quit a powerful drug like Chronic is a huge undertaking. Be prepared, stay confident, read a lot, and KICKASS.
I will make it. Maybe not this time, maybe not next time, but I will eventually f*****g quit this evil drug. I love to feel the human compassion, the love, and the aliveness that only weed can bring to my life, but not at the sake of my own reality. One day at a time.
_[removed]_ feel free to email me guys.
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Unlike most of the people on this site I have not been smoking weed for years. My first experiences were at the beginning of senior year in high-school. Throughout senior year I played sports and was involved in multiple activities so my weed use was kept to a minimum in a very healthy, relaxing way. When the spring came, however, I chose not to do a sport, and was already accepted into a prestigous college so I had much more time on my hands. I started smoking after school with friends, and switched from drinking on the weekends at big parties to smoking in small groups of friends. Pretty soon it got to the point where I would smoke everyday, and eventually I smoked ALL day everyday. It all happened very fast. I was high at my graduation. When the summer came I had about 4 weeks without a job so I would wake and bake, continue smoking all day, and go out at night and drink 40s and smoke more weed. I struggled at my job as a waiter because of my chronic weed smoking and could not remember the menu or where anything was. My job as a lifeguard was easy because I could just sit around being high listening to music all day, so I quit the waiter job and took the lifeguarding job full time. My pot smoking friends and I basically alienated ourselves from all of our other friends, and never got any *** because the girls all sort of looked down upon smoking pot. I spent hundreds of dollars on weed and went out and smoked with everybody I could find and made them pay me. My social life revolved around pot and my pot-smoking friends and we all became a shadow of what we were in high school.
Then came the conflict with my parents. My parents found my bowl, smelt weed in my room, and noticed that I was walking around like a zombie most of the time and sleeping whenever I was home. Neither of them punished me for any of it because they were not aware of how much I was abusing it and because they had both used weed in their younger days. One day, however, I mistakenly left an instant message on the screen making a deal to buy 1/4 for $100 with my most recent lifeguarding paycheck that I was supposed to be saving for college. They flipped out and there was noticeable tension and we did not speak for days as I continued to slip further and further into addiction. It was ruining my relationship with my parents. The last straw came when my mom walked into my bathroom while I was smoking a bowl alone out the window. She was angry because my little sister was out in the hallway and smelled smoke and she told me that I either had to quit or go to rehab. I didn't want to go to rehab so I told her I would quit, thinking that weed was not "physically addictive" so there would be no withdrawal effects.
So I stopped smoking cold turkey. The first two days were fine. The third day I started feeling really really tired. That night I was up all night in bed drifting off into broken minutes of sleep with weird disturbing dreams. The next day I was physically and mentally exhausted, with a splitting headache, and felt extremely depressed, almost to the point of suicide. I was still under the impression that weed doesn't have withdrawal so I thought I had some terrible terrible condition and went to the doctor who couldn't find anything but still recommended antibiotics for a sinus infection. The days after were some of the darkest and most exhausting days of my life. I lived in constant depression and had no energy to do anything at all, my body was completely sore and my head was constantly aching. I was also starving all the time and constantly had to eat and eat to feel even remotely normal. I alienated myself from all my friends and became extremely irritable and hurtful towards my family members. I made my mom cry because I was acting so sad and refusing to communicate with her. I cried at random moments and thought that I would have to live like this for the rest of my life. I gained weight. I looked like a wreck. I neglected all parts of my life and wallowed in self pity. The exhaustion and fatigue never went away and I felt as if life were not worth living.
However as time progressed to the 7-8 day I began to feel more positive in small intervals in the day. I saw beauty in simple things like trees, my dog, and people's eyes. I openly spoke to my friends about how I was feeling. It seemed as if I was seeing the world for the first time again without a THC clogged mind. I still felt exhausted and depressed most of the time, but these small, lucid, focused moments encouraged me to go on because it showed me how life could be lived without weed. Around the 10th day I felt well enough to swim for a bit and stretch my body out for the first time since I quit smoking. I am now on day 12. I took my walk for a long walk today and listened to quiet, calming music and felt alive and healthy during that time. Otherwise I have been thinking about weed all day obsessively and been depressed and completely exhausted. I even considered taking some vicotin or drinking some hard liquor to numb the pain but I did not give in to those temptations. My life is pretty ***** up at this point and there are only 20 days till I live for college and I was excited but now I am terrified. I am hoping to have kicked the habit and be healthy by the time I enter college so I can be sober and embrace this enlightening new experience in my life, but I don't know how long these debilitating symptoms will last. Just at this moment my friend called me to come smoke weed at his house with him and some friends and it took all I had to say no. It would be such a relief to go get high and enjoy this beautiful night instead of spending it in agony and depression but I said no. I don't even know if quitting is worth it. But it's been 12 days and I can't **** out now.
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Then came the conflict with my parents. My parents found my bowl, smelt weed in my room, and noticed that I was walking around like a zombie most of the time and sleeping whenever I was home. Neither of them punished me for any of it because they were not aware of how much I was abusing it and because they had both used weed in their younger days. One day, however, I mistakenly left an instant message on the screen making a deal to buy 1/4 for $100 with my most recent lifeguarding paycheck that I was supposed to be saving for college. They flipped out and there was noticeable tension and we did not speak for days as I continued to slip further and further into addiction. It was ruining my relationship with my parents. The last straw came when my mom walked into my bathroom while I was smoking a bowl alone out the window. She was angry because my little sister was out in the hallway and smelled smoke and she told me that I either had to quit or go to rehab. I didn't want to go to rehab so I told her I would quit, thinking that weed was not "physically addictive" so there would be no withdrawal effects.
So I stopped smoking cold turkey. The first two days were fine. The third day I started feeling really really tired. That night I was up all night in bed drifting off into broken minutes of sleep with weird disturbing dreams. The next day I was physically and mentally exhausted, with a splitting headache, and felt extremely depressed, almost to the point of suicide. I was still under the impression that weed doesn't have withdrawal so I thought I had some terrible terrible condition and went to the doctor who couldn't find anything but still recommended antibiotics for a sinus infection. The days after were some of the darkest and most exhausting days of my life. I lived in constant depression and had no energy to do anything at all, my body was completely sore and my head was constantly aching. I was also starving all the time and constantly had to eat and eat to feel even remotely normal. I alienated myself from all my friends and became extremely irritable and hurtful towards my family members. I made my mom cry because I was acting so sad and refusing to communicate with her. I cried at random moments and thought that I would have to live like this for the rest of my life. I gained weight. I looked like a wreck. I neglected all parts of my life and wallowed in self pity. The exhaustion and fatigue never went away and I felt as if life were not worth living.
However as time progressed to the 7-8 day I began to feel more positive in small intervals in the day. I saw beauty in simple things like trees, my dog, and people's eyes. I openly spoke to my friends about how I was feeling. It seemed as if I was seeing the world for the first time again without a THC clogged mind. I still felt exhausted and depressed most of the time, but these small, lucid, focused moments encouraged me to go on because it showed me how life could be lived without weed. Around the 10th day I felt well enough to swim for a bit and stretch my body out for the first time since I quit smoking. I am now on day 12. I took my walk for a long walk today and listened to quiet, calming music and felt alive and healthy during that time. Otherwise I have been thinking about weed all day obsessively and been depressed and completely exhausted. I even considered taking some vicotin or drinking some hard liquor to numb the pain but I did not give in to those temptations. My life is pretty ***** up at this point and there are only 20 days till I live for college and I was excited but now I am terrified. I am hoping to have kicked the habit and be healthy by the time I enter college so I can be sober and embrace this enlightening new experience in my life, but I don't know how long these debilitating symptoms will last. Just at this moment my friend called me to come smoke weed at his house with him and some friends and it took all I had to say no. It would be such a relief to go get high and enjoy this beautiful night instead of spending it in agony and depression but I said no. I don't even know if quitting is worth it. But it's been 12 days and I can't **** out now.
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I can't begin to tell you how happy I am to have discovered this site. I recently went on a family vacation with my husband and children. On our way I noticed a change in my usaully healthy body. I was experiecing chest pains, indegestion, pain in my left arm, left jaw, and left leg. Well with all of that going on, on my left side, I said to myself what is going on. I thought sure this was symptoms of a heartattack or something serious at best. As we stopped for Gas I picked up a pakage of bayer asprin. I've always heard that this would help curtail chest pain and was the best thing you could do prior to a heartattack. As we arrived and checked into our hotle I aeem to be okay. We went down to lobby where they were having a happy hour. Free drinks for the kids as well as snacks and sodas for the kids, I had a beer along with my husband and we retired to our room. The headaches continues and I took some advil and prayed and went to sleep. Woke up the next day and proceede to go to the amusment park, all was well. That night I had another headache but nothing to serious. On Sunday things changed. The kids wanted to go to the Hollywood walk of fame and walk down sunset blvd. It was very warm out but nice and I couldn't wait to do some shoppinf for suveniers. We finally found a parke and when I go out of the truck I immediatley started to feel as if I was gong to faint. I didn't say anythihing to the kids or my husband. We all had to go the restroom and found a nearby McDonalds to go into. I went in acting as if nothing was wrong, I didn;t want to alarm anyone. I got some water used the restroom and prayed again and proceeded to walk down the famous blvd. I begain to feel fain again. I got out of the sun drink some more water and continued walking. We went into one of the stores and that when I really felt like I was going to pass out. I told my husband and he said lets go. We walked back to the truck. I got a cold water our of our cooler and prayed that I would be okay. As we headed down the freeway back toward home, I begain to feel better but not a 100%. God surely answered my prayeres and let us make it home safely. Again I was still not feeling like myself. I had to drink sprites in order relieve my indgestion and advil to relieve my headsches. The next day I went to my Doctor and explained all of my symptoms. She sent me to the lab to have my blood drawn. Based on everything I told her she diagnosed me with an ulcer, which I have had all my life but had not been bothered with it since my early 20's and I am now in my early 40's. She gave me some Nexium the little purple pill for my acid refulx which made my headaches worst. Later changed me to another acid reflux drug called aciphex. My stomach issues got much better. I still had that wierd feeling in my arm, jaw, legs, etc. I was extremly tired which is not like me at all. All of sudden it hit me. I have been a constant marijuana smoker as welll as a drinker. I normally have a few puffs a day and a glass of wine or a glass of beer daily for the last 6 - 8 months with a few breaks in between. Howerver, while we were on our trip I felt no nedd to smoke considering the way I was feeling on the way there. Hadn't had a beer since the free dinks at the hotel on Thursday night. Finally I figured my body is going througj withdrawals from Alcohol and marijuana. I did a quick goodle search and found this site. Everthing that I was experienceing was also experieced by others who have listed it right here on this site. Wow, what a revelation. I didn't realize that my use of marijuana and alcohol was takeing that much of a toll on my body. Here I am today a week without alcohol and 10 days without marijuana. My god I had a ture dug habit, I'm sitll dealing with that. I didn't think it was that serious. My body did. I'm taking it one day at a time. I hate feeling our of my body and wierd but at least now I know why. Don't know if I can muster up the courage to tell my Doc. Maybe she already knows. This site has been very helpful. I know I'll be okay. In addition I'm scarred sh*tless to try to smoke because I read a post of person who said they got numb all over and thought that something was severly wrong. I'm cool. I don't crave the alcohol or marijuane at all. I think I'm scared straight. I never want to be dependent on anything anymore. Being very honest, I would like to be able to have an occasional glass of wine with the girls or maybe even a puff of weed, But not now or anytime soon. I hope my post helps someone liek the one I read helped me. God is Love
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I know this is an old topic, but I feel that I must add my experience to it, as there really isn't much out there about the darker side of withdrawal. :( I know that when it first happened to me, it took forever to find out what it was. Everyone had told me that there was no such thing as MJ withdrawal- that I must be so sick from being pregnant (which I wasn't- how insulting). Also, it never affected my fiance the way it affected me.
Some people are more sensitive to the withdrawal than others. My fiance has been smoking as much as me for just as long, and he's breezing through it.
I'm 24 and recently, I've smoked for 2 months in a row. That's 2 months of smoking all day everyday. This is my longest smoking stint since I first started buying MJ in '05, and I"m withdrawing pretty badly. I'm nauseous a lot, mostly in the A.M. When I do feel hungry enough to eat, solid food upsets my stomach. I'm exhausted, but my body won't let me sleep. As soon as I drift off, either the nausea wakes me, or severe anxiety with uncontrollable trembling does. Usually both.
Heavy smoking followed by quitting cold-turkey is hell. I can't emphasize enough the benefits of tapering. I neglected to taper enough, and now I'm paying the piper.
I do have some things to help get me through it though.
I drink whole milk only for the first 2-3 days. Whole, because the fat helps flush out the THC.
Reishi mushroom tea (check out wikipedia). I can't recommend this enough! It has brought me much relief. I take about 3/4 of a cup 2 or more times a day.
L-Theanine, about 200mg whenever you need to feel calmer.
Melatonin to fall asleep at night (though it doesn't always keep you asleep)
Phenibut for overall anxiety, about 350-450mg a couple times a day.
Anyway, that's my experience and what I do about it.
Some people are more sensitive to the withdrawal than others. My fiance has been smoking as much as me for just as long, and he's breezing through it.
I'm 24 and recently, I've smoked for 2 months in a row. That's 2 months of smoking all day everyday. This is my longest smoking stint since I first started buying MJ in '05, and I"m withdrawing pretty badly. I'm nauseous a lot, mostly in the A.M. When I do feel hungry enough to eat, solid food upsets my stomach. I'm exhausted, but my body won't let me sleep. As soon as I drift off, either the nausea wakes me, or severe anxiety with uncontrollable trembling does. Usually both.
Heavy smoking followed by quitting cold-turkey is hell. I can't emphasize enough the benefits of tapering. I neglected to taper enough, and now I'm paying the piper.
I do have some things to help get me through it though.
I drink whole milk only for the first 2-3 days. Whole, because the fat helps flush out the THC.
Reishi mushroom tea (check out wikipedia). I can't recommend this enough! It has brought me much relief. I take about 3/4 of a cup 2 or more times a day.
L-Theanine, about 200mg whenever you need to feel calmer.
Melatonin to fall asleep at night (though it doesn't always keep you asleep)
Phenibut for overall anxiety, about 350-450mg a couple times a day.
Anyway, that's my experience and what I do about it.
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i'm on my 2nd day of being sober after 4 years of all day every day smoking (at least 8 times a day). I basically couldn't eat or even get hungry without smoking pot. This was my main reason for quitting because it was basically ruining my social life. My withdrawal symptoms are basically anxiety, hot flashes, lack of appetite, diarrhea, nausea, and dry heaving.
What I found most useful for the relief of the nausea were these acupuncture bracelets called Psi Bands (they sell at rite aid for $15). They are suppose to prevent nausea and let me tell you they work pretty good(I didn't dry heave this morning). Another thing I found useful were these over the counter pills called Niacin. It's suppose to help your body get rid of the toxins trapped in your fat (THC gets trapped in your fat). It will make your skin flush for about 20 min but will speed the recovery process. Look it up on google and they only cost about $8.
What I found most useful for the relief of the nausea were these acupuncture bracelets called Psi Bands (they sell at rite aid for $15). They are suppose to prevent nausea and let me tell you they work pretty good(I didn't dry heave this morning). Another thing I found useful were these over the counter pills called Niacin. It's suppose to help your body get rid of the toxins trapped in your fat (THC gets trapped in your fat). It will make your skin flush for about 20 min but will speed the recovery process. Look it up on google and they only cost about $8.
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its been a little over a month since ive last somoked and ive still been dealing with the anxiety is this normal ive smoked foolish amounts over the last 2 years
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