Not the best medical history
I have suffered from depression and anxiety for the past 10 years.
My parents never took me to a doctor and I wasn’t worked on until after high school.
I had a rough time in school and the school psychologist talked to me about anxiety and depression. They commanded a couple of odd options. One option was taking a bi-weekly medicine to boost our serotonin levels. I tried that for many months, even though I felt a lot of rage. The nurse provided me with a peculiar bi-weekly medicine, but that had the same style of effect. After I had tried several peculiar antidepressants with the same results, the nurse told me it was time to try medical marijuana. I was of legal age to obtain medical marijuana and I agreed to try that route. My Dad wasn’t enthusiastic about our medical choice. I called her after I made the decision and I talked to her about medical marijuana. She thought it was a poor option and a rough way to go. I waited for the medical marijuana card to arrive in the mail. It took 7 company afternoons. Every afternoon our Dad called to tell me about the woes of using marijuana. She didn’t provide up then and she still tries to get me to stop even though I believe better than I have in our whole life. Honestly, that should be a sign to our mom that cannabis is more than a dangerous drug. I have not been this mentally stable in our whole life and that’s due to the use of medical cannabis.