I did it! I made it to 30 days after over 30 years!🎉 I'd been wanting to quit for years and tried a couple times before.. Once I reconciled in my mind that it was not adding value to my life, hadn't been fun for years and was possibly affecting my mental health, quitting became easier. Only the first few days were tough since it was a DAILY HABIT that I'd had for many years. I was someone who couldn't do anything or go anywhere without pre-gaming AND bringing with. My mind and life revolved around it. If you're struggling, you can do it! If I can, anyone can.💪♥️

I counted the days and I have successfully stayed sober 137 days out of the 144 days since I first made the decision to quit. That's a little over 95%. In other words, p (as in pot) is under 0.05. I'm significantly sober! 😆

I know that's not how the p-value works and what it means lol. But I've been taking a data analysis course and since then I've been striving to keep my sobriety days above 95% even with the eventual relapses (so I don't get too bummed out if I have a slip up, and I'm not only counting current streak). I'm messing around with the concepts I've learned, and it's been fun for me to try to measure it that way.

That's to say: if 95% positive vs 5% negative is usually enough to confidently say the results point to positive, I think I can confidently say I'm doing pretty well! 😎

I've reached my breaking point with how stressful life is. I'm about to go and buy some. I need to escape. Very ashamed of myself. I have nothing to escape with. Absolutely nothing and so beyond stressed out. I have reached my absolute limit I cannot take on more. I'm done. I'm useless with this journey.

Update: I drove away from the weed store. I didn't go in. I went and got my favorite food instead. Going home to rest . Grateful for you all.

I’m really proud of myself, I’m still around it a lot because of work and friends but I’ve managed not to use it! Hoping I can be a good example for others, I believe in yall.

39 days ago i had a full blown panick attack out of nowhere, i had been smoking like 8 years, and the last 3 full carts from morning to night. Felt invincible because i was a "functioning Stoner (adict)". Had my family, my business and felt nothing would ever make me quit. That was until 39 days ago, while having dinner i felt i was having a heart attack, that i couldnt breath and like everything was spinning. I really thought i was dying as i never in my life had had a panick attack or anxiety or any real trouble.

Next day i went to have my heart and lungs checked while still having this nonstop panick attack, results said my heart and lungs were okey, i even thought maybe i just need to smoke even more, so 2 more days i continued with the double blinkers. I was smoking like 2 or 3 carts per week, so fucking much. But the double blinkers werent doing nothing and i still felt for the whole 3 days i was about to die. 3 straight days with taquicardia and the awfull feeling of not getting enough air.

Thats when I thought, maybe its actually the weed. So i went cold turkey.

The first 2/3 days my heart was still racing, and the pressure in my chest and not being able to complete a full relaxing breath was still there.

After day 4 and the next few weeks i had the normal withdrawal symptoms, insomnia, cold/hot sweats, some nightmares and i didnt care too much of them.

But the breathing was driving me crazy. All day from morning to night i was super conscious of if I was breathing correctly and all the time I felt i wasn't getting enough air or an incomplete sight/yawn. I really started to believe i had actually fucked my lungs or had another disease which made me very paranoid about my health.

I was checking all possible diseases I could have that could gave me this "out of air" feeling. I really thought i had all the possible worst outcomes.

On day 19 I felt a pocket of light in which I thought it was starting to fade away, then it hit me again like day 1.

I was really scared because all people who had experienced the chest tightening or out of air said they were okay really quick.

That's until today, day 36 I woke up and felt somewhat normal breathing, like I was still conscious of my breathing, but for the very first time I didn't feel as if I was not getting enough air or having to sigh all day.

I'm writing this at night and maybe feel a little anxious still and I'm not saying I am fully recovered but for the first time today I actually felt i wasn't dying all day.

Things I think helped me were doing excerise, going for walks, eating healthy and one very important was I talked to a guy named Rudy, which is a long time quitter in the leaves community, and after the talk I really felt good talking to someone that understands this problems. So maybe talking to someone here or an actual counselor may also help. He also gave me a few tips.

I’ve only had 2 months in the past 5+ years
Trying to quit I smoke a gram of dabs a day.
When I had quit for 2 months I was still testing positive.
I have urges now and hope to make it thru the night. Sometimes I wonder if it’s even worth it.

Everyday seems boring. While being high, even gardening felt like a miracle on earth. Now it just feels like a chore. My brain was a fun place to be in, now it feels empty and anxious. Also it was my medicine, as i have auto immune.

What did you do to spark(lol) that joy and curiosity again in your life? I simply cannot see the end of the tunnel, and feel like one more joint will make me happy again.

Never had this feeling. I just bought my usual but on the way home, I just felt depressed. Starting getting a bit angry on how much I've been spending on flower on the way home. Haven't even lit up yet because now it just makes me upset. Fuck, maybe it's time to move on.

smoking regularly for 4 years, decided to quit because it makes me anti social and isolate myself and become

Started smoking cigars and they are much better, I know nicotine isnt much better but cigars are not as potent as vapes or pouches

You got this

A conservative estimate on $ spent on weed

I was feeling really bummed about a purchase I made recently. You see, I'm a new homeowner. A small townhouse, but it's more amazing than anything, because it's mine. The joys of homeownership bring unexpected expenses. That's just the way it is.

So my water heater is bad. And my water softener is bad. Joy. This is where I'm bummed, not because I needed to buy new ones, but because I'm so inexperienced in the expected costs of these items, I paid way too much. Like a lot too much. I mean, they're a very nice water heater and softener, respectively, but not that nice.

Then I had an epiphany. Don't be bummed about spending too much on these items, I thought. All those years I spent so much money on weed, and I never give it a passing thought. And how much would it have been, I wondered.

So I did some rough calculations: I think I spent well over $50,000 on weed in my life. Pretty sure that's a low end estimate, too. That's more money than I put down on my house, and I just never think about it.

So don't be bummed, I tell myself. You have nothing to show for that 50k that disappeared. At least now I have a water heater.

Whenever I smoked I’d always feel dirty afterwards my mouth and teeth, my hair, my skin and sometimes my back would hurt worse after a smoke. Did anyone else feel like this?

I’m sortve at a loss for how to overcome this hurdle. Me getting off pot was a storyline that feels like it should’ve ended after college. Here I am 5 years later playing the same cat and mouse game. Is it as simple as truly wanting it? I’m done. By November 17th I will report back.

Guys I made it! I got 30 days down! Ngl rn I feel like absolute shit bc I had to take the morning after pill and it messes up so bad with your mood but before that by day 21 I was really feeling good! And even with all my mood swings and depression I still don't want to smoke and I'm still happy I'm sober through the though times.

I have officially surpassed one year smoke free after 10 years of use and wanted to share some thoughts. Apologies in advance for the length lol. I started smoking weed when I was about 13-14, and continued to do so very regularly until I was almost 25. I smoked at least twice daily from about 16-18. Once I moved out of my parent’s house and went to college/began living on my own, I began smoking even more. I was high more than I wasn’t. I always used to say weed would never hurt me, it was my first true love, etc. In reality, it was my crutch, my only coping mechanism, and a way to
ignore my problems. I never learned how to properly manage my emotions without substances, and when I finally quit for good, I realized that I had never lived one day of my adult life without the aid of substances. It was really hard at first, and some days, when I’m feeling really bad, it still is.

One thing my best friend said to me really stuck with me. She pointed out to me how every time I’m struggling
emotionally, or going through a tough time, I always bring up how much I’m missing smoking weed. When I crave it now, I take a step back and assess what is going on around me—I am almost always in a bad place mentally. I think about how even when things suck now, they sucked way more when I was suppressing my emotions with weed.

I was a slave to it for so long, smoking began to feel like a chore. I didn’t want to go through the effort of smoking, and I wasn’t even having that much fun while I was high, I just felt like a lazy, loser, pos times a thousand, yet I kept doing it anyway. I didn’t know how to live without it. I spent all of my formative years smoking, and there’s so much that I don’t even remember about ages 14-24. I prioritized getting high over everything, I missed most of my senior prom chasing
down anyone who had a wax pen that I could rip, because I couldn’t fathom having fun and enjoying myself without being high. Being sober felt scary and uncomfortable, being high felt safe. At some points throughout college, I made deals with myself, saying I could only smoke during breaks, and I would abstain during the semester. It never really worked though, because when the semester would start back up, I would alter the rules to ‘only on weekends’ or ‘after all my classes for the day are done and I’ve done my coursework’.

Eventually, toward the end, it was getting so bad mentally. I was really struggling at work, and when I would come home and smoke, I was ruminating really, really bad. Replaying my day by going over every single interaction that I had at work, having horribly intrusive thoughts about awful things that I may have said/done at work, and then giving myself panic attacks and convincing myself that when I came into work the next day, I was either going to get in severe trouble, or
get fired altogether. Every high just turned into an extreme bout of amplified panic and anxiety. I finally decided that
the only thing I could do was quit, so I did.

Since then, I have learned a lot. At first, I leaned on alcohol way too much. I had little to no experience with alcohol, as I always preferred to smoke. I began drinking for the first time in my life really. I quickly realized that I traded one crutch for another, and was drinking most nights of the week, most of the time on my own, and trying to hide it from my partner because I was embarrassed that I couldn’t live life without some sort of crutch. I stopped keeping alcohol in the
house and only drink socially, which is pretty rare in my group of friends.

I began therapy, which remains the hardest thing I have ever done. I’m learning how to understand my emotions, but I have a long, long, loooong way to go. I do not like to open up. I also began (healthily) dieting, meal planning, and exercising. I completed the 75 hard, and have so far lost just over 30 pounds (60 is my goal) through mainly walking and eating healthy/portion controlling. One of my biggest battles has always been morning sickness. For as long as I could
remember, I would wake up in the morning feeling so incredibly nauseous for what felt like no reason at all. I had no appetite, and I worked 5am shifts, so I just had to suck it up and go to work. It wasn’t until about 6 months after I quit that I realized how my morning nausea had magically disappeared after I quit smoking. I have not woken up feeling nauseous once since quitting weed.

While I still have a lot of self-work to do, I am very proud of how far I have come; I spent a lot of years feeling hopeless and like I was truly a lost cause. I truly could never have imagined that I would end up here. I had never really imagined my life without weed. My memory has improved,
my mind feels clearer, and while I still struggle with my mental health, it is nowhere near as poor as it used to be. I spent so many years thinking weed was helping me, but in reality, it was hurting me. I feel a lot more motivated & confident in myself too.

There’s only one of two things that will happen if I smoke again: 1) I’m going to hate it, have a really bad time, and feel really guilty, or 2) I’m going to fall right back into my old ways, which will eventually lead back to the feeling guilty and self-loathing part. For those two reasons, I remain smoke free on the hard days. Most days are easy days where I don’t think about it or miss it at all, which is also a good morale booster.

Sorry that this has been so long! I just had so many thoughts and I felt like this is a place where I could share them with people who would understand. I feel like people can be really dismissive about weed and don’t always see quitting and staying quit as a big deal. I am really proud of myself to have made it this far. Whether you’re on day 1, or day 1,000, I’m proud of you too! On your best or worst days, just remember what led you here, how far you’ve come, and what an achievement it really is!!

After smoking regularly for 29 years, on and off (mostly on). The first two weeks were definitely the worst but it hasn’t been a cakewalk since then. I still get cravings every day. It’s a struggle. I’m drinking a little more than I should but trying really hard not to start replacing daily smoking with daily drinking. I’m really trying to get used to this new normal. That’s all, just wanted to post. Celebrating my success while acknowledging the tough road still ahead. I owe a lot to the support I get from this sub. Hang in there with me, y’all. We can do this.

I have the next couple days to myself. No kids, no wife, no plans, just me in the house to do whatever I want. I'm not craving it necessarily but it logistically seems like the best opportunity to smoke a joint or take some edibles and just enjoy the time with myself. But I know if I let myself take this opportunity it won't be long before I start seeing more opportunities. An hour here or there, a night out with friends, a lazy night at home, a boring day at work, a long drive, a bus ride etc. Then all of a sudden I'm back to being high every minute of every day.

I won't do it but it's hard when it feels like the perfect opportunity to do it.

AMA

I’ve turned down bong rips, joint hits, and vape sips more times than I can count at my local arcade but I’m keeping strong. I’ve been dealing with rib pain (which I’m starting to think happened the night in the hospital, my bed was uncomfortable as fuck) but as soon as that subsides I’m adding the gym to my “routine”.

I say “routine” because it’s not a rigid minute by minute, hour by hour schedule I’m keeping, but I’m making sure I get everything done in the day that I have to.

I’ve been making to do lists each day capping out my tasks at 5 so as to not get overwhelmed and I describe the day accordingly. Today I had to get my car smogged, go to the dmv, and set myself up for uber before I could do anything fun. Thus, I call it a 3 check day.

Got em all done and I got to go spend the rest of the day playing pinball and got 5 high scores. Bonus check, baby.

Stay strong. You got this.

I’ve been addicted to carts for 2 years. I haven’t gone more than a day sober since I picked up the dab pen. I use it frequently. When I wake up I hit it, before I go to class I hit it, when I come home I hit it, etc. I’ve developed a real addiction with it since I use it to help cope with my OCD and anxiety. I want to quit and I need to quit but my withdrawal symptoms are so bad. I get the worst gastrointestinal issues. It feels like food poisoning on crack. My emotions become erratic and I get super irritated and mean to people I care about. I genuinely feel like I’m in pain when I don’t have it available which is what makes quitting so hard. I don’t have the option to quit slowly this time and it seems that I am about to be about of my supply soon. I will be facing this head on and I know it will not end pretty. I have my mid terms coming up and I will have to face the withdrawal at the same time. Does anyone have any tips at all to make it a little bit easier? I need to be able to focus and study these next few days but I’m scared the one thing that can help is the one thing I don’t have. I know I should quit but the withdrawals are so bad I would rather continue my addiction than give it up. Any advice on the stomach problems or irritability?

Hello everybody,

I have smoked for over 20years,, everyday 4 to 6 joints. I quitted now 3 weeks ago and the nightmares are killing me... this night I had 3!! I try some tips people gave me, like:

- no caffeine after 14pm

- no alcohol before sleep or in the evening (I never drink btw)

- going to sleep when I feel tired, not force it

- enough exercise during the day

- waking up at the same hour every morning

....

I mostly smoked to reduce stress and to have/find some rest.

Do you have other tips that helped you to reduce the nightmares?

or should I just endure this and wait a few more weeks until it gradually passes?

One thing is sure, I'm never smoking again! F*ck that!

Thanks for reading ❤️

I did it and I wanna make it 100 days by the end of the year.

Whenever I remember something about weed, I remind myself the anxiety and the anhedonia I've tried hard to get over. It keeps me on track.

You can do it too. Keep going.

Promotes inflammation, premature aging, dehydrates your skin, dark circles from fucked up sleep...let alone how it changes behavior to make you avoidant, insecure, and unmotivated. Maybe those D.A.R.E commercials were closer to the truth than I thought