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Something has always been wrong with my brain. When I was a kid it was called "ADD", somewhere along the line they added an "H". Various medications were tried when I was younger to try and combat this, but they either didn't help or would cause other more serious problems. As a kid nobody had to tell me not to do drugs, because the drugs given to me made me feel terrible and I couldn't understand why anyone would WANT to feel like that. A little later on in life I got drunk a few times, and that wasn't fun either.
A few years ago, my wife got her medical marijuana card. Because my wife and I are two halves of a whole idiot, whatever she tries I'm going to try as well. She gave me a gummy with 10mg of THC in it.
Suddenly, I could decide what to pay attention to.
That seems minor, doesn't it? But I want you to imagine: you've struggled with everything for your entire life. You have to force yourself to do anything at all, even if it's interesting. And then one day a beautiful woman gives you a small piece of candy and it's like a switch was closed, and now I could just decide what to focus on. Laundry? Washed, dried, folded, and put up. I can keep the house clean. I can focus on things at work. And the really cool part, is I don't have to take so much that I'm high to get the power of divine focus.
In fact, I don't have to take it at all, because one of the things I like to do is figure out how stuff works, and it's worse when I'm high. One night I decided to sit down and look inwards to see if I could make my mind cooperate with me without needing THC, and I was able to. I can sort of function as a contributing member of society now. I haven't missed a bill for years. My credit score went from 500 something to mid 700s. I don't get mad at stupid stuff anymore. My home life was pretty good before, but now my wife and I get along so well that if I were to tell everyone how we are with each other, it would sound made up because it's too good to be true.