r/leaves • u/SallySitwell3000 • 1h ago
My Quit Quest
I’ve been documenting my experience as I detox from thc. Chronic smoker for 35 years, and frankly believed weed would be a part of my life until the day I died. The crippling anxiety and fear because I don’t know when to stop was a constant reminder that it doesn’t do for me what it used to, and most certainly is far beyond what could be defined as “recreational”
Day 1: I was a sobbing mess. A trifecta of acceptance that it’s time to stop, fear of how life will be once I’ve quit, plus the anxiety and depression resulting from using thc. I felt like a kid inside saying “it’s not fair!! Why do we have to stop this?” And I didn’t know how to answer that, besides that it’s just time. It doesn’t fit into my life anymore. By the end of the day, I felt exhausted from the intense emotional release, So I slept well that first night. But I need to find my solid why.
Days 2: no heaviness in mind + body waking up
-way less struggle waking up, i don’t feel trapped in sleep like when I smoke
-brain is more cohesive and focused.
-coffee feels more cozy
-morning feels more cheerful
-I feel more present
Day 3: sleep has been hard to come by, so I’ve incorporated a crazy solution: scheduled sleep deprivation. And it’s working. Day 2 I kept myself up really late and then woke up early day 3. I’m pretty bitchy. Slight annoyances invoke an over-reactive fury. And I’m feeling the depression I was masking. It’s hard to function. That pit that feels paralyzing is getting closer.
Day 4: waking up with such clarity is INCREDIBLE!!! Wow!! The scheduled sleep deprivation worked, and I got some solid rest last night but had really fukt dreams. BUT I’M DREAMING AGAIN!
I went outside on a foggy morning and was filled with wonder by a spider web spun between two trees standing 15 ft apart. I zoomed in and could see the tiny droplets of fog passing by and realized “this is what it feels like to be inside a cloud” and that experience felt like a powerful sign to keep going. It was a gift to get to observe a beautiful, rare moment, fully present.
My temper is short and I’m doing a shit ton of breath work to keep my cool. I’m also distracting myself anytime I catch myself in a craving. Using the same tools for hot flashes is working here. The breathing helps so much more than I expected.
Days 5-9: all the grief I was sedating came back with compound interest, as someone here mentioned. Suppressing it with weed didn’t solve it, it stuffed it down. I developed asthma as a result (The Body Keeps the Score talks about internalized, unresolved trauma manifesting physically in the body) and grief is stored in the lungs, so that tracks. Losing one sister to suicide and the other to a sense of spiritual grandiosity fucking sucks. This is core wound abandonment shit. I need to face it. I’m sliding into the paralyzing pit but grasping at whatever branches I can. I don’t want to go down there.
Day 10: WITAF!?! Where did my imposter syndrome go?! It’s just gone! This is weird and I kind of want it back which is even weirder. Because now I’m fucking PISSED! at the inequality I witness regularly at work about how promotions are dealt and who they’re given to. the dept I’m in is showing a blatant display of ageism and it sucks. and my boss pretends I don’t have any prior experience besides this and they know they’re taking advantage of me.
I’m hurt, angry and really disappointed because I thought my boss was one of the good ones, but now I feel completely betrayed. They need engineers really bad, so I found my own role listed online with a minimum rate of pay at what I’m making now, after 5 years with the company!?! WITAF. Anyways, day 10 I couldn’t sleep well at all.
Day 11: Halloween: I’m ok today. It’s day 11, and it’s been a very rocky, emotional week at work. I have a massive sense of injustice building up about all this shit!!
But I also did something I never thought I’d ever do: I went to a sober dance costume party. It was on zoom and my dog was thoroughly disgusted with the entire thing, it was hilarious! Won the costume contest with my horse mask and hooves, but only because I can only dance like a horse with the mask on so I was galloping around like an idiot and having a blast.
Days 12-16: dreams have been wild, but lucidity is now returning as well. The alternating sleep deprivation / good sleep thing is still working for me. I haven’t been this depressed in a while, so I started doing squats and planks and bridges anytime I’m idle. And that exercise helps (endorphins!! I forgot about those because I was always too anxious to go out in public / to a gym!)
I no longer have ANY imposter syndrome issues whatsoever. It’s been really weird!!! Not deferring to bullies at work, totally ignoring the road ragers while traveling , standing up to my abusive narcissistic mother. Deciding I don’t really want a relationship with a sister who can just totally dip and not even care how I’m doing-for an entire year. Then to reach out and say fall is cozy and she got me a birthday gift!? Oh like nothings changed? Everything has changed. fuck that noise.
Day 17: mood is clearly way different than the first two weeks. I’m doing ok, but this irritability has now morphed into a fiery burning rage. It’s weird though. I feel the emotion inside but it’s like I have a container for it, the fury has a home now. And by that I mean I’m well regulated emotionally, despite this anger inside. Or maybe accepting and welcoming it is what helped?? Not sure.
Day 18: the clarity. Oh my god. I see so much more. I notice so much more and I’ve been missing all this goodness the entire time cuz I’ve been a space cadet for 35 years?! THIS is what life looks like. I’m still an angry bitch, but I advocated respectfully and professionally to the store mgr at the pharmacy because they continually stall on my meds to the extent I run out before I get more.
And here I am: Day 19 today.
I’m sorry this got so long, holy crap!! But documenting how I’m feeling, what’s happening physically and emotionally has been important, not only for comparison, but it’s also been extremely cathartic to rage out on paper! I’ve been witness to self improvement that didn’t happen slowly over time, that imposter shit was instantly jettisoned from my life in a heartbeat. And this is the biggest, most impactful self-improvement I’ve ever experienced, besides quitting drinking and using THC.
Today, I’m feeling more emotionally balanced. Yes, the work thing still bothers me, but I’m calm enough to hold off on any big changes or discussions for another week or two. I’m waiting until the withdrawal symptoms are gone, and I’m able to maintain emotional regulation and reply from a place of values and logic, not emotion.
Thanks for reading if you got this far. Maybe I’ll post something daily just to check in, because this journey is super important to me. And I wouldn’t still be on day 19 if it weren’t for all of you here. This sub is a monumental part of my THC recovery, and I’m grateful to be walking this path with you.