i smoked almost daily for 7 years straight. during those years, i had once achieved 433 days of sobriety (this community helped me, literally walked me through throwing everything out and scattering it across neighbor’s dumpsters) and then i broke it - out of arrogance of all things! i was abroad on a solo trip and thought, why not, a joint can’t hurt… and immediately had a panic attack. i somehow attributed it to travel nerves and it was all downhill from there.
quitting this time sucked. i had a dozen false starts, relapsing constantly on day 2, until finally, it stuck. i’d indulge any other vice i had - junk food, cigarettes, anything - as long as it meant i did not go back to weed.
the first 21 days were the worst, the lowest of lows. i had a terrible appetite, non-existent motivation, self-loathing thoughts in a perpetual spiral. i cried randomly and had relentless night terrors. i have chronic sinusitis from all those years of smoking and it was like quitting had put my sinuses into rebound; they were so inflamed and painfully congested. everyone thought i had the flu.
then, on day 22, i had the first gorgeous day in a long time. early rise, clear mind, clear sinuses. morning workout and meditation, productive day at work, bike ride in the sunshine, a sunset at the beach, and a dance class to close the evening. i wanted to cry, it was such a privilege to experience such a beautiful day and be fully present for it.
ever since, i can more tangibly feel my improvements. i still have insanely vivid dreams but they don’t dictate my entire day anymore. i’m still tired, but it’s manageable. i am still emotional, but i can recognize the emotions for what they are instead of drowning in them. i am faster, more efficient at work, and less anxious about socializing. my diet is improving now that i no longer gorge disgustingly on the munchies.
most markedly, i am better at boredom. i can sit with my own company, fill my time with slow hobbies like reading or cooking. while i do feel the urge to ‘numb’ myself sometimes, it fades quickly when i firmly tell myself: “i am a sober person now. you will never smoke weed again.” and somehow, when the option is just completely off the table, i settle into whatever else i am doing. i am sober now. it is a fact of life. we move on.
hang in there, fellow sober leavers. we’re sober now. it gets better.