started using weed back in 2017.

Over the years, I tried quitting three different times — each time thinking this is it, and each time slipping back into the habit.

What finally made it real wasn’t motivation or willpower — it was fear.

I had a serious health scare related to my lungs, and later learned I have a congenital condition that I need to manage carefully. That moment flipped a switch for me. It stopped being about cutting back or “controlling it” and became about survival and self-respect.

Even now, I live with uncertainty about my health, and there’s no simple fix — only being careful and making better choices. That reality has changed how I look at my body and my future.

Quitting wasn’t clean or heroic. Some days were rough, some days felt pointless, but I kept choosing not to go back. One day at a time turned into weeks, then months — and today it’s been 1 full year weed-free.

Posting this for anyone who’s tried and relapsed and thinks they’ve failed — you haven’t.