It’s scary to talk about marijuana detoxification. People try to avoid that subject like a plague. However, detoxification sure does sound better than winding up in Axis Residential Treatment for a drug problem. The reason for that is that it’s pictured as something that’s very hard to do and extremely complicated. Here are a few points to consider.
1. Know that it can be done.
This is the most important step. See, belief is the very first thing that needs to happen here. After all, belief is what pushes people to act. It’s impossible to achieve anything without taking action, and it’s impossible to take proper action without the belief that it can be successful.
2. There is a system.
Marijuana detoxification is not about being sporadic and unorganized. It’s not about deciding to quit one day and never taking that cigarette again. Although that’s possible, it does not work with everyone. That’s why proper systems and plans have been developed to help the addicted to overcome their harmful habit.
3. Support is needed.
One of the most important things that almost all of those systems have in common is the need of support. As people, we need a push that will motivate us to act and a mentor that will make sure that we don’t only get on the right track, but also stay on it for as long as needed. That mentor can be a friend or a member of a local support group. It’s your preference.
The one thing about support that’s worth remembering is the fact, that whoever provides it, should be educated as to what can happen when a person undergoes marijuana detoxification. The reason for that is so that he can react and help as needed in any situation that might happen.
4. Doctors aren’t enemies.
Talking about addictions is a hard thing to do. I encourage anyone who needs help, to go out and get it. The best thing that can be done, obviously, is talking to a competent professional who will provide direction as well as confidentiality required.
5. Persistence is key.
It will not be very easy to stop smoking marijuana. It might be very painful, but in order to succeed, persistence is needed. It is absolutely necessary that once someone takes that first step and decides to quit, once they have a plan of action that will lead them to that outcome, once they have all the help they need, they need to keep going. Keep fighting for it no matter how hard it gets.
People are strong and if they try hard enough, they’ll get what they want. No matter what it is. Marijuana detoxification is a process that’s not necessarily a walk in the park, but it’s not impossible to go through either. Follow the tips above to success.
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I am 38 years old and have 3 children. I am an architect apprentice with many accomplishments so I’m no idiot. I have been smoking weed since I was 14. I had quit a couple of times for short periods but always ended up going back. I was a heavy smoker, up to an 8th a day of medical grade stuff. Like many I considered myself a “connoisseur” and smoked only the best. It was to the point I smoked before and after everything. About 3 years ago My wife and I separated and I quit smoking. I didn’t consider the way I felt at the time to be withdrawals due to the depression of the separation. At the time I chalked it up to the situation. We ended up reconciling and getting back together. I stayed weed-free for over a year until I decided to go and hang out with one of my old smoking buddies. At first I felt strong because I could be around it and still refuse it. Needless to say, one time I gave in. The vicious circle started all over again. At first I didn’t buy it. Then I told myself I’d be okay as long as I didn’t have a pipe or bong. I figured without the easy means to smoke it would be inconvenient and lessen my smoking. In time I bought a pipe, figuring since I didn’t like pipes it would regulate my usage. Wrong again. Soon after I bought a bong and it was the same pattern all over again. Wake and bake, one before I do something, one after, several more throughout the day, and before bed. I tried fooling myself into believing I had control because I was able to wait and not smoke before or during work or school. I was able to complete my degree in architecture with a 4.0 GPA, something that no one had ever done before at my institution, even while smoking. This gave me even more false sense I was in control. I finally started to notice things were bad (without the denial or justification) when I was afflicted with a hernia I got from a chest cold. I coughed so hard and deep I ended up with a hernia. For a while I was able to cope. It seemed the weed put it out of my mind. That is until I had an issue with it. Panic attacks started setting in to the point I would loose consciousness. I would constantly fear getting up or going out. Despite this, my weed intake increased. I realized it was time to stop once and for all. So I did. I am now on day eight of no weed and let me tell you, don’t let anyone tell you that weed is not bad or has no withdrawals. It’s a crock of s**t. Though I’ve only smoked for about 2 years since the last time I started back up, this is the most harsh feeling I have ever had quitting anything. I could not sleep, and if I did, I had night sweats and horrible dreams of illness or my death. Some of them incredibly vivid and real. Nausea kept me from eating and drinking and I ended up in the hospital for acute dehydration, which compounded things. Hot flashes, chills, bouts of anxiety, anger, and depression consumed me. Still to this day I feel dizzy as if I have a perpetual hangover. I don’t drink or do any other drugs so this is all weed withdrawal. The frequency and intensity of the flashes, mood swings, and dizziness have diminished but not gone away. I have never experienced anything like this before. I was under the impression, like so many others, that weed did not produce these kinds of effects. I was so wrong. I thought this kind of withdrawal only happened to heroine or crack addicts. Again I was wrong. I’m hanging in there with the knowledge it will get better but it’s still hard. Reading the posts of others has given me solace in the fact I am not alone in this. I hope my post will do the same for someone else. It’s no easy road, but then I caused this myself. I have absolutely NO desire to smoke. What I’ve endured has turned my once advocacy to utter disgust. I found relief in throwing away all of my paraphernalia. Especially crushing my bong. I have been keeping a daily journal of my experiences through this trying time. I will check back and post a link to it for those who wish to read it. In the least, it’ll show we’re not alone and we can get through it. This time I’m through for good. I never want to feel like I did when I was smoking or how I feel now again. Good luck all. God bless!
Well, I am glad I stumbled upon this site, as I have begun to scan the various links, I realize how my addiction and talking about it may be helpful to myself and others. I am 52 years old and I have been smoking marijuana since I was 14 years old.
In the beginning it was sporadic and on occasion. I liked getting high from the very moment I got high. And I had a love affair with it for many years. About 8 years ago,I did go to a rehab center as a birthday present to myself. But in reality, I was running from my job, my life, myself……I managed to stay clean for 10.5 months, but once my boyfriend took me out, I never really got clean again.
I have rationalized over the years that it is only pot….I don’t have the stories that heroin, crack, or meth addicts have….so I thought.
So for the last 5 years or so, I have been mentally torturing myself because of my addiction….I want to give it up, my addiction is my curse….I don’t always like to admit that, but it is true.
First off, I wake up and get high, if I am working, i come home at lunch and get high, and of course once I am home. Since I have been getting high as long as I have, which is 30+ years, I can share, that I drink more beer than I used to because I need the high to be enhanced. I no longer get stoned, I just get “adjusted”.
The symptoms that I read for detoxing from marijuana, I am already experiencing daily, while I am still actively using. I sweat all the time, especially at night. I am isolating and very lonely, mostly because most of my friends having grown and no longer use for many years..Therefore, I no longer have that many friends.
Although, I am good at my job, I do have periods where my work is lacking because I am not as detail-oriented as I should be or used to be and since my work is very detail oriented, I make careless errors. Pot smoking also messes with your self esteem and your personal integrity.
What has really brought me to wanting to quit smoking marijuana is that I am so unhappy and depressed, I have let my life just go by, I am not married, I have no children, and I don’t own anything.
In fact, in the last year, I have had the worst financial luck… bad illness and no medical insurance, abundant parking tickets, no money for clothing or even going out with friends.
I have dug myself into such a huge financial, mental, emotional, and physical hole that I am wondering after all these years if I am able to quit. Is there hope for me?
I know that a step in the right direction is to go find support…or a NA group to keep me on track.
I can relate to all your stories glad I found this site marijuana has fucked up enough in my life I lost friends, missed out on a year of college, relationships with parents decreased. I stopped for only a day and my pops said I was looking better (without knowing I hadnt smoked for the day) all in all fuck pot be all u can be, u can smoke when u old and tired looking at ur tattoo sleeves still not regretting em haha, good luck to all I’m stopped cold turkey today seeing as its 3am n I can’t sleep, but is all good ima get me a gf ASAP to help n join mma school keep from fukin app! also start college again n be more social, I had been smoking since I was about 17 HEAVY like 5 times a day with a blunt before bed. I don’t want to smoke any more cuz it makes u a underachiever It felt like a never ending cycle once again fuck tht shit go get a life, really tho. good luck to all you peeps finna quit . ima chase my dream like prince hakiem #Dreamchaser pz.
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I’m 24 and have been smoking pot since I was 14. It was just an accepted thing in my home growing up, my Dad did it and I was allowed to smoke in my room. Even then I wanted to quit and I defiantly didn’t see myself smoking for the rest of my life. I’ve let many opportunity’s, including university, pass me by because off a pot induced lack of motivation and that makes me very sad. At this point in my life I am determine to quit but have been successful only for short periods of time. I was able to quit for the longest when I was pregnant and had the support of my husband but then things just went back to the way they were. Since then I’ve realized there are two main things that continue to hamper my progress: my husband who smokes pot, is convinced it’s a miracle cure-all and gets it for free from his Dad ( a legal grower) and the mentality on Vancouver island, where I live, that pot is not a big deal. I know this isn’t true but when I’m having a craving it’s just too easy to buy into. I don’t know what to do I love my husband but I also have a daughter I have to think of. I know this isn’t really that type of form but does anyone have tips on seeking help or maybe a similar situation to mine where you found a solution?
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I’m 24 and have been smoking pot since I was 14. It was just an accepted thing in my home growing up, my Dad did it and I was allowed to smoke in my room. Even then I wanted to quit and I defiantly didn’t see myself smoking for the rest of my life. I’ve let many opportunity’s, including university, pass me by because off a pot induced lack of motivation and that makes me very sad. At this point in my life I am determine to quit but have been successful only for short periods of time. I was able to quit for the longest when I was pregnant and had the support of my husband but then things just went back to the way they were. Since then I’ve realized there are two main things that continue to hamper my progress: my husband who smokes pot, is convinced it’s a miracle cure-all and gets it for free from his Dad ( a legal grower) and the mentality on Vancouver island, where I live, that pot is not a big deal. I know this isn’t true but when I’m having a craving it’s just too easy to buy into. I don’t know what to do I love my husband but I also have a daughter I have to think of. I know this isn’t really that type of form but does anyone have tips on seeking help or maybe a similar situation to mine where you found a solution?
day number 8. clean and reflecting on why ive been killign myself in so many ways. 34 years old…..wonderful caring and supportive wife ive alienated with my drug addiction. 3 beautiful children ive lost years with to this demon. to each his own, but for me its been nothing but a crutch and it took me 18 years and the current reality of the possibility of my wife leaving me because she cant be co dependant on MY problem any more. i dont know whats harder to deal with….the pain amy ddiction has caused others or the realization of how low ive been hurting inside………..thats not me.
i dont need you any more. for the first time in my life i feel whole, and while its only been 8 days, these are the longest days of my life. the days are even harder without the support from my wife because of the emotional distance she has been forced to set up to cope with my problem. ciggarettes are also out……why go through the physicall and mental pain twice?
the hollow feeling is still there for me, you know the one you have when you need to get high or havent had a smoke in too long. When my wife told me she was unhappy and had no passion left for life i blamed her for being week, rationalized the situation to myself as her hang up. I was devestated and still am. i went out and smoked a pile of high test and chained smoked ciggarettes for 2 days while she went to our family camp with her girlfriends. but that hollow feeling never went away and still hasnt. that feeling can only be changed by me. I need and want to not abuse myself, both physically and emotionally, i realize now, hopefully not to late, that all i need to do to feel good is follow the dreams ive always had and put off for fear of failure and i pathological impulse to get high and smoke.
everything ive always wanted and loved has always been infront of me. my pessimism and self hate is born out of an inability to deal with my past and to accept myself.
i dont need drugs any more…..i need my wife and kids and everyonne else ive been hiding from my whole life……myself included. im hi alright, just on the right things
8 days….feeling strong. ive already lost everything. ill take back whats mine and feel that love again. thats what i have chosen to replace my dependancy on foreign substances.. the love of family and friends and experience.
i know all ive rally done here is rant….but after reading other posts here and seeing parallels in my situation i feel like someone else might get something out of it. i have
hi ….im glad i stumbled on to this site….im sitting here at my computer scared to death. Weed has been my best friend my whole life. I have been smoking since i was 12 and im going on 50. Me and my “best friend” do everything together; coffee in the morning, long drives in the day, sunset at night. But this friendship has cost me so much….not only money, but life…my world has revolved around this friend.
Dont get me wrong. Im married 30+ years, raised 3 beautiful children, have 3 wonderful grandchildren. Have always worked, though much of it has been self employment where my “best friend” is always welcome. But we always struggled, no family vacations, no extra perks..no fun. After bills get paid all money goes to my “best friend”.
Human friend, people say Im fun and have a wonderful personality. But I dont have real friends, i have smoking buddies and when there no weed….theres no buddies.
Im tired..tired of struggling…tired of smoking buddies..tired of isolating myself…im tired of my “best friend”….How do you say good bye to your best friend? I don’t know yet….but im glad i found this site….reading everyones stories makes me know im not alone.
i’m 47 and ready to take back my life, been a heavy user since i was 25 . should have made this move awhile ago but it took me getting suspended from work to finally stop smoking. It’s been a week since i have smoked and plan to be clean to be prepared for new job search and drug test. I am a pit boss in a casino in california and have had so much job stress that being comfortably numb was my way to deal with it. I have prescription for xanex which i use only when i was going to work for the anxiety I would feel just stepping on to the casino floor and the MJ was for after i got home to relax and go to sleep. its been a tough week and the worst part about it is the anxiety sweats and faster than normal heartbeat. God Bless and good luck to any one else going through withdrawls. hopefully i’ll have better news soon.
Hi;
I am very concerned about my eldest son. He smokes constantly, and constantly makes excuses as to why he does not need to quit. Irrascible, bad tempered, forgetful, low self-esteem, poor judgement and poverty-stricken he continues to believe that the grass is helping him.
I would like to be perfectly honest with him, but he gets so angry, accusatory and then leaves…is there anyway I can help him…anything I can do.
I used to see him, with his children all the time…I have not seen my grandchildren for over 3 months now. He has informed me that I need to ask to see them. I did, he does not remember. We were supposed to take them out for a day…he forgot. Accused me of not caring about them. I care so much I cannot sleep…
His wife wants nothing to do with me. Very possessive and although she does not indulge herself she constantly pushes him to be around people who do. It seems to be her favourite method of controlling him.
If you can think of any way I can help him….please….please let me know. Just diagnosed with cancer I want more than anything to see him free of this terrible affliction. It is all I care about now…I may not have much time left.
How can I reach him?
I would like to share the other side of the story. I am 30 years old and almost 6 month pregnant with our first child. I have a great husband who I love; but miss like crazy. The past three or so years for me has been so confusing. I knew by little brother smoked, and he knew I disapproved. Then my parents got the “kids out of the house bug” and I busted them smoking and drinking a lot. Married a great very driven successful man, who hid the level of his addiction till after we were married (just over a year ago). Personally, I have never, nor was ever interested in drugs at all so these last few years I have been in isolation. Surrounded by actions and people I feel I don’t know anymore. I get excited about going to see my parents because I miss them so, but get there and don’t know who they are anymore. I told the husband that there will be no weed around our child, in the garage or anywhere. To say the least there was alot of yelling from his end and trying to rationalize the hell out of everything. The whole I need the weed to help relax from the adderall. Its a constant take this medication to stop the side affects of the other. It makes me so sad because he is an amazing person with whom I have a ton of respect. I force myself to not lose that respect, because he isnt the person he acts like these days. I have slept alone for almost two weeks now. Not because he isnt home or in the guest bedroom. But because he hasnt even gone to sleep. Manicly working about 18 hrs a day. I know its the detox, but it is just as hard on us as it is you. I received sweet text messages today; then he got home. He said something, I didnt hear him, and I got yelled at for 10 minutes on why he shouldnt have to repeat himself. Pregnant wife crying and all, he yells at me that me crying is bad for the baby. He is so detached now that he doesnt even have interest in feeling his baby move for the first time. UGH!! The wife of an addict is a very lonely place. As tears are streaming down my face, remember that your actions affect the lives of your loved ones so much more than your own. But you must always know that you are important; and more times than not, the most important person in someone else’s life. Do it for you, do it for love, and do it for life. Because in the end, your real life misses you and we want you back.
I am a twenty three year old college student. I have no driver’s licence. I wait tables, which is an occupation that NEVER tests. I’m a bum. I started smoking when I was thirteen and had a bf that was a sixteen y/o dealer. After high school was over and I couldn’t apply to a university because of my grades being so low, I decided to quit and enroll in a community college. I quit for close to three years and was very proud of myself. Then I started dating a new guy that hid his level of usage, even knowing about my problem with weed. After some time, he started smoking around me, talking about it more and more, then finally, it became a part of our sexual routine, which became more frequent after we both starting using. It seemed like it’s all we wanted from each other under the spell. The usage became even heavier after we broke up, and things have gotten worse for me. At twenty three years of age I still have no license or car, and no real reason why. I have not bought a new pair of shoes in at least a year, I have no winter coat, and am struggling with having personal necessities. Somehow I can still find the money to buy an eighth about every weekend. It’s gotten so sick this year that I have gone to donate blood plasma just to have extra money for it while I was in between jobs. I’m not even counting how many times I get high anymore in a day. As soon as my high is coming down, I have to hit the joint, bong, pipe, or blunt again. This semester I have been sober all day for two days. In short (which this post has not been) I am very unhappy with how my life is turning out. My grades and drive to succeed are both suffering immensely. I am not in the financial position to be spending this type of money on a habit. How is weed more important than having my license? I have tried to avoid answering that question in my life. I am guilty of judging others I went to high school with because they had children and stopped living their lives as young adults. My situation was better, because I was only hurting me. Yeah right. I’m tired of my glassy, red-rimmed eyes and mediocre demeanor. Even now, I just dug my pipe out out the garbage (In honesty, I threw it inside of an empty potato chip bag so it wouldn’t be nasty when I got the urge. I haven’t even used that trash can since throwing the pipe in). I am unhappy with what I see in my life after the fog of high dissipates. You are not alone, soldier.
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