I wanna tell y'all my story about me quiting weed and going through the withdrawls. The very first time I smoked weed was in the 6 grade, so I was maybe around 12 or 13 years old. It wasn't everyday, maybe every 3 or 4 times a month. I started to smoke even more after school got out in the summer, I than joined sports and been sobered until 8th grade. I was sent to DAEP and was no longer to play basketball. I was depressed about it, so I had my homeboy get us some weed and smoked and chilled, but for some reason, I really loved the feeling of being high. I relied on it when I was depressed, it made me feel great. I started smoking everyday. I would get so high, that I couldn't get any higher. Than one day, I was walking around the hood and I seen my homeboys getting high, I went to smoke with them. I went home and I started to feel different. I didn't feel right, I started to feel my heart pound really fast. I thought I was gonna die. Later that night, I smoked again like a dumbass and it happened again. I quit for 2 weeks, smoked again.. went to the hospital. They took 5 tubes of blood from me. Next day was like a new chapter for me. I felt completly different. I thought I was gonna die just from feeling like this. I went through hard depression, anxiety, and felt like someone else was controlling me. I didn't wanna feel like this anymore. I kept everything to my self, and I was in DAEP so I had no one to communaicte with. 5 months of going though this. I dranked alot of water, excersed alot. It helped, just by a lil. Now I feel back to my regular stage, but I get anxiety attackes, and get depressed easily. I thank God I'm still alive and I went through this. I now can live another healthy lifestyle.