For years, I had spent more time sitting in the corner of my family room & crying; I could not say why I was crying, or why I could not stop.
- I just knew that I felt so upset & alone that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to live or die, but dad came up to my family room one afternoon… He said nothing, even though he sat down on the floor & pulled me into a hug.
He told me he remembered going through the same thing when he was a teenager. His nurse recommended he tried antidepressants, Dad said he hated taking antidepressants, even though he wasn’t huddled in the room’s corner all the time; Now, all he was doing was sleeping all the time. I hated I was laughing, but dad always knew what to say to make me feel better. He asked if I wanted to try medical marijuana! 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, he would help me get the medical marijuana card, & he would be the caretaker. I never thought dad would help me get medical marijuana separate from talking to mom first. He told me to let him handle mom, even though he was getting me medical marijuana for my depression. I finally felt like there was hope for me & the depression I was experiencing, however mom came up later that night & told me she had an appointment with the nurse the next afternoon… She had already discussed medical marijuana with him.