Marijuana confessional and Closure May 29, 2015Posted by johnbohlinger in August Bohlinger, Dealing with Grief after Losing your child., Death of your child, Grieving Parents, Guilt and Grief, marijuana and grief/depression.
Tags: August Bohlinger, Death of a child, grief, marijuana and depression
My son died over 8 years ago. I was suicidal when I started this blog. I lost years in a blur of depression, but I’m on the other side of it. Today, I’m basically as happy as I’ve ever been, though I still have some short-term, soul-crushing pain when thoughts of my son’s death go dark. That being said, in some ways I’m better now. I’m now more empathetic, less fearful, more forgiving, more open minded, and I work harder to look for the good in everything and everybody, (though sometimes I don’t see it and sometimes there is none).
I would be remiss for not telling you this next bit, though I could technically go to jail for what I’m typing and/or lose my job, but it’s worth telling you:
I spent 2 or 3 years using a combination of several prescribed SSRIs, antidepressant and sleep aids. I was numb, not really there, and a burden to my wife; but I wasn’t as suicidal. Eventually, I quit all meds when I got a new job. I did not want to go into my new job looking like a depressed nut-job who may off him at the office, also, this job offered insurance and I was afraid a preexisting condition of Depression could make things awkard. Once off the meds, I went back to having these uncontrollable crying spells, feeling like killing myself, not sleeping; all that classic suicidal nut-job behavior. One day, sitting at my desk, crying for no particular reason, I lit up a joint that a friend had given me.
I’m a life long musician born in the 60s so I’ve been around pot my whole life. I used to enjoy weed a bit my senior year in high school until I quit to focus on school/ work/ etc when I went to college. When my son was born, I never intended on using weed again because I wanted to be a good roll model for him. Eventually I loosed up a bit and would have smoke a few times a year, usually at a gig with friends. After my son died of an opiate overdose, I became severely anti drug. I was against all drugs not issued by a Dr.. That changed when I took two hits of that joint on that afternoon.
Within 5 minutes, I felt positively happy for the first time in a long time. I could see the beauty in life. I ended up having a great day, slept well that night and woke up feeling great. A few days later, I did it again when I felt depression coming on.
I began researching cannabis and learned that it truly does help people in a multitude of ways, (watch “The Culture of High” on Netflix .) For a while I thought I had found the cure to depression. I no longer believe that; the cure is ultimately working through your grief to get to a more clear understanding. Weed gave me a reprieve from depression so I could wrap my head around the fact that horrible things happen to most people and everyone dies, sometimes young, but life is precious, wonderful, and full of blessings.
I now have a medical marijuana card in two different states, but I currently live in a non-medical state, thus making me a law breaker. It is risky to confess this, but absolutely worth it if this helps any of you. If you live in a medical marijuana state, talk to a Dr. If not, research marijuana. If you feel good about it, try it. Pot is losing its stigma. With in 5 years it will probably be legal everywhere. In 20 years, people will look at pot prohibition with the same bemusement with which we now view America’s Alcohol Prohibition. Marijuana is safer, has few side affects, more affordable and for me at least, more effective then any drug a Dr could get you. It may help you as well.