My first real high on marijuana was the most frightening experience of my life (I’m now 49). Pure terror, more like a bad LSD trip than the mild alcohol-like experience I was expecting. I could best describe it as 100% max’d out terror, with the belief I was trapped for eternity in my state. Profound terror. Continue reading My Marijuana Psychosis Sent Me to Hospital
by Beth Larsen The Father of this girl works with my husband. I still don’t know why people try drugs……
This is Megan’s story to the best of my knowledge and as told to me by her amazing Dad…
Our beautiful Megan just graduated from Sand Creek High School in May where she was a cheerleader, ran track and danced with the step team. She was eagerly awaiting her first year at UNC this fall. On Thursday, July 2, 2015, she was spending the night at her friend’s house along with two other girls. At some point, one of the girls left and came back with a drug called “Molly.” Continue reading Megan’s Story
He Loved Marijuana More Than MeImagine you find the love of your life and are afraid to lose him. Smoking pot is the only way to keep him in your life. My name is Cammy, I’m 22 years old and this is my story.
I first met Ryan in October 2012. I didn’t think much of him at first. We had mutual friends and started bumping into each other frequently. After multiple encounters he asked me out to the movies. I agreed and to my shock I was in a relationship. I didn’t take him seriously at first, our relationship was only supposed to be a fling. It quickly grew into something more serious. We dated for 2 years and 3 months; our relationship ended January of 2015. I loved Ryan and at the time I thought he was going to be the father of my children. Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that I would always be second place to marijuana.
Everyone I know that has lost a child tells me they first used cannabis. The numbers of young people I know that have died that were friends of my children between 15 and 30, including my daughter, all began with smoking marijuana. And their numbers are greater than the number of my friends that have died and I graduated in 1962. My daughter died at 28. Continue reading How Did I Miss Those Signs?
