They say weed is harmless..
Weed is harmless.
But if you get high every day, nothing else in your life will be as exciting as your drug.. for a while. Hopes and dreams slowly die at the altar of your addiction.
The cost of weed isn't just what you pay at the dispensary. It's also the hopes, dreams, and opportunities you give up along the way. The real price is everything.
So you decide to quit, hoping to restore all the best things in life.
But now withdrawal steals both the high and the dreams, leaving joyless emptiness in their place. For weeks you feel flat, and it's torturous. You get no pleasure from effort and no high from weed. You're stuck in no man's land, desolate and hopeless.
Then your inner voice starts to bargain.
"At least weed made your unbearable life bearable."
"But all I need is more time. Three months. Six months. Maybe a whole year."
A whole year? I can't wait a year to fix my life.
Besides, if I smoke now, I'll get so high. My tolerance is gone. And I deserve it. I can moderate my use this time. I don't even know why I quit in the first place. I'm a good person. Gotta have fun sometimes, right?
So you give in.
Just once or twice.
Or every day for the next six months.
Then you finally decide it's time to quit... and begin the same miserable cycle all over again.
Forever.
Yeah... weed's harmless, all right.