How Marijuana Saved My Life

Growing up I was never the "prettiest" or "skinniest" person here in Fountain. I was (admittedly) overweight and my family life was anything but perfect. I was repeatedly made fun of in school for my weight, my parents where at each others necks arguing every night until at least one in the morning, and my mother..an alcoholic. I was at a very low point in my life, early in my life. Then came the day that my mother was admitted into the hospital for a head injury that she was not expected to live from. Her brain was swollen, bleeding and bruised and she had a large fracture in her skull that started from the back of her ear and stretched to the back of her skull on the other side of her head. The doctors were all saying her injuries were suspicious and detectives came in to investigate the problem. when they came we all figured everything was just gonna be checked over to make sure nothing "bad" happened. instead of helping my family at a time when we needed it most, they created more turmoil in my family by placing my grandfather under investigation for my mother's "attempted murder".

I was 12-years-old when this happened. I was already depressed, my mother was dying before me, my grandfather was being accused of my mothers hospitalization, my home life was already filled with arguments and accusations and i was teased and didnt have many friends in school. I was dealing with emotions a 12-year-old shouldn't ever have to deal with. I didnt want to see the end of it. i wanted to die.
I tried killing myself at the age of 12 the 2nd night my mother was in the hospital. i just couldn't take anymore of it.

Obviously, I didn't succeed. but that didn't stop me from harming myself. For years I cut myself because i just wasnt happy. I couldn't cry anymore, but I still hurt so badly inside that hurting myself was the best way for me to deal with my problems. On the outside their was a smile, inside was hell.

It wasn't until my sophomore year in high school that I was diagnosed with bipolar type 2 and manic depression/anxiety. The pills hurt my kidneys and i stopped taking them after a while, but with that came my mood swings and depression. A little while after that my little brother had mentioned "why don't you just smoke a bowl? you'll feel better, you know you will and it wont kill you." I had always smoked pot. Not for the medicine aspect of it, just because it annoyed my dad a bit, but I never realized exactly how mind numbing pot was. Its not like xanex which just turned me into a mindless zombie. I was still Sammy, just happier.

Long story short (sorry guys lol) my depression was going to kill me sooner than later. My scares are all over my wrist and thighs, I could tell you exactly what each one was from. But the point of all this is i don't have any more that are new (: Marijuana has let me be able to sit back, relax, and enjoy the day even if it wasn't the best of days. This beautiful plant let me see the beauty in this world. Ive met so many cool, beautiful, AMAZING people that ill know for a lifetime just because of pot (weather it be a new person in a smoke circle, head shops, concerts, events, ect). I have so many good memories, best friends, and great places to revisit because of my dreariest Mary Jane (:
THIS PLANT IS THE BEST MEDICINE ANYONE CAN BE OFFERED. it helps with anything (: