This is my first non poem post in a long time. If you haven’t seen them, please look them up and tell me what you think. Anyway, on to the post.
I did it. I managed to get myself discharged from all psychiatric treatment. No more therapists, no more psychologists, no more meds or anything. It’s bittersweet. I knew they weren’t helping, but I don’t know what else to do. Everything they did wasnt working, so im back to my own methods of coping. So what if they’re unhealthy? They work. One joint makes me feel better for longer than a weeks worth of SSRIs. Trying to distract myself only makes things build up. I’m just gonna let my blood flow freely now. Alcohol, I can live without for a while. Smokes, I’ll use them as I get them. Gotta love how it’s easier to get drugs than smokes at age 16. Maybe I’ll be ok. Maybe i won’t. But now I know that its up to me. Not my parents, not some “professionals” not some synthetic drug that fucks with everything in your body and mind. My life is my choice again. Im free to carry on, and I’m free to die.
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Weed is the HEALTHIEST option you have, so what if it’s illegal, it works better than any “therapy”. If its what helps you, go for it. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. Weed is the least damaging drug you can be on and I know many people who have gotten through many hard times with it.
Keep smoking joints. It gives you time to think. Maybe things will turn out better. In the end it’s your mind that decides whether or not you give up.