For years, I had spent more time kneeling in the corner of my study room & crying.

I could not say why I was crying, or why I could not stop.

I just knew that I felt so worried & alone that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to live or die, then dad came up to my study room one afternoon, and she said nothing, but she sat down on the floor & pulled me into a hug. She told me she remembered going through the same thing when she was a teenager. Her healthcare expert recommended she tried antidepressants, Dad said she hated taking antidepressants, but she wasn’t huddled in the room’s corner all the time, then now, all she was doing was sleeping all the time. I hated I was laughing, but dad always knew what to say to make me feel better. She asked if I wanted to try medical marijuana, but there were a lot of new studies out that made it sound like medical marijuana may be better for depression than anything else. It had to be used responsibly, & only as directed, but if I wanted, she would help me get the medical marijuana card, & she would be the caretaker. I never thought dad would help me get medical marijuana separate from talking to Dad first. She told me to let him handle mom, but she was getting me medical marijuana for my depression. I finally felt like there was hope for me & the depression I was experiencing, but Dad came up later that night & told me she had an appointment with the healthcare expert the next afternoon, she had already discussed medical marijuana with him.

 

Medical Cannabis Cards