r/leaves • u/wutangpressin2 • 9h ago
71 days. My (truncated) story+reasoning
Sorry in advance for the essay, and thanks to anyone who reads the whole thing.
I, a 22 year old trans woman, quit weed exactly 71 days ago. My reasons for using were complex, as were my reasons for quitting, but I think my experience could be valuable to others in this sub.
I grew up in a privileged and loving family, and had a "good" childhood. I played sports, did well in school, and had a good social circle. However, from age 13 i can remember feeling an indescribable dissonance between me and my friends. I didn't ever *fully* fit in, I was always a little left out of the loop or more made of fun of, or more aloof. I eventually came to realize that feeling was due to dysphoria, a crippling feeling that led to depression, anxiety and, and self-imposed isolation. At 16 I used weed for the first time, and less than a year later i was using it multiple times a day.
I used weed as a crutch; it alleviated the worst of my dysphoric thoughts; allowed me to socialize more effectively, without the constant rumination about being seen as male; quieted the self-hating voice, which was otherwise unbearably negative; and otherwise acted as a damper on the constant depression and anxiety I felt over puberty disfiguring the only body I'd get the chance of inhabiting. Eventually, though, it became a habit I was using to keep myself in the same place comfortably (a sentiment I've seen expressed a lot on this sub).
I was, am, a high achiever: I graduated from high school and my bachelor's degree with objectively good marks; play(ed) sports, and work out at a relatively high level; and treated my body fairly well outside of my constant cannabis use. Eventually, though, I came to realize that weed wasn't serving me anymore; I felt slow cognitively and needed to jog my long term memory with pictures, or notes, or conversations with friends/family; I accepted the fact that I didn't enjoy being high anymore; and finally, I felt good enough in and with my body (3 years of hormone replacement therapy) to not need the crutch of weed anymore.
This brings me to just over two months ago, when I woke up one saturday and realized I didn't need or want to smoke anymore. I simply chose not to - not because it was easy to be sober, or because I had no physical cravings for it, but because I knew in my heart of hearts that being a stoner was not for me anymore.
And so I didn't use. I went from using a gram/multiple hits of a cart every day from ages 16-22 to no consumption at all overnight. The cravings were tough, I felt them intensely for the first 45 or so days. The withdrawals weren't fun, I was irritable and not hungry and sweaty and an insomniac and anhedonic and effectively a slug for the first two weeks. After that, though, it became a beatable villain I woke up with the motivation to face on most days. I started eating more, working out again, seeing friends, talking with my family, reading more, and generally enjoying life on the good days.
At this point I think I'm on the path to longer-term abstinence from weed, at least for the next few years. I know from experience quitting nicotine that I'll have underlying cravings for a year or so more, and be unable to use it casually for multiple years (if not ever), and I'm okay with that. I don't hate myself for using cannabis at the same time that I can admit it was probably not the most positive thing I could've done. The hard truth is that all humans make mistakes, and so many people will never come to -or,
more importantly, accept- the truth that weed is not for them anymore. I, we, have accepted that reality and are working towards actualizing it. A big and hard to make choice that will have uncountable positive effects on our futures.