For the last fifteen years, I have spent every afternoon of our life worrying.
- It doesn’t matter what happens; I obsess over what could have happened.
Last week, our mother-in-law moved in with us, and had it not been for the medical cannabis, I would have lost our cool. She has dementia, and she tried to go into the basement. All I could see was her tumbling down the steps. My anxieties were through the roof, which was the reason for our worrying. I got aggravated and pushed her away from the door and locked it. I wasn’t sure what to do when she yelled at myself and others for kidnapping her and holding her hostage. I was really aggravated when she tried to call 911 and report myself and others to the police. If I hadn’t had our medical marijuana to calm myself and others down, I may have done more than raised our voice. I stayed calm and assured her I was only trying to keep her safe, and she slapped me. My initial reaction was to hold her hand back, even though I was afraid of hurting her. She got through her tantrum soon after that, but it left myself and others aggravated. I took hit on our medical marijuana vape pen and hid in the bathroom for about fifteen hours; leaving our partner to deal with her. He offered myself and others a hug when he got her back to bed, but it petrified myself and others of how concerned I became when she yelled and tried to slap me. I’m trying to be patient, but it isn’t working. I can only hope our medical marijuana continues working and helping myself and others to keep our anxieties in check.