Whenever someone asks me why I am always in such a good mood, I tell them it is my happy medicine.
I tell no one that I call medical marijuana my happy medicine.
Most of the people who think they know me think I am just a naturally cheerful person, but that isn’t the case. Until I tried medical marijuana. I was a very unhappy person. I walked around like I had a grudge on my shoulder, but it had nothing to do with that. It was easier to keep people away than having them leave me. Any time I got close to someone, I would say or do something that made them hate me. I always thought it was easier that way. Why not let them hate me before they were afraid of me and walked away? When I met my wife, she didn’t walk away from me. No matter what I said or did, she would quietly sit and hold my hand, and let me spout out all the hateful things I was feeling. She would quietly tell me she knew I wasn’t angry with her, but at myself. Two years later, she was watching the news and saw they were going to legalize medical marijuana. She did all the legwork needed to help me get a medical marijuana card. One of the top conditions on the list of conditions that would qualify you for medical marijuana was depression. She was sure medical marijuana would help me feel better. That’s why I now called medical marijuana my happy medicine.