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
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.
Why did Shelia Eddy and Rachel Shoaf kill Skylar Neese on July 6, 2012? Authors Daleen Berry and Geoffrey C. Fuller explored the shocking incident in Pretty Little Killers, a New York Times bestseller. The book come to no definite conclusions why two 16-year-old girls from West Virginia would brutally murder another friend, but marijuana is a constant theme from beginning to end. Marijuana, pot and/or weed, is mentioned 36 times in the book.
The authors had been given access to Skylar’s journals and writings, looking for clues as to how and why such an event could happen. Continue reading Poisoned by the Weed: Marijuana and Pretty Little Killers, Part 1
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?
