Marijuana is the most insidious drug of all. The long-term negative effects are extremely subtle to detect until one's human potential is seriously thwarted. One's lack of motivation and growing inability to exercise significant investment in meaningful social interactions occurs cumulatively and gradually over time. Also, if a person already has a propensity for any type of mental or emotional disorder, cannabis will amplify the dysfunction. However, one main component of cannabis dependency is a growing rigidity of the defense mechanism of denial. Thus it is fairly impossible for a person whom is addicted to the substance to come to actual realization about it, unless one's life circumstances eventually demands it. Go to http://www.ma-online.org/chatroom1.html and ask this question. You'll get some excellent feedback there. Also, on http://www.ma-online.org you will find a checklist to see if one has symptoms of addiction.
A Second Chance At Life
"I started smoking when I was 14 years old. I'm not really sure of the exact reason. I know I had begun hanging around with people who did smoke and I was very curious as to what made them so happy. So one day I gave in and tried it........ahhhhhh now I knew!! Or so I thought. At the time and for the next 10 years or so smoking did seem to make me very happy. I smoked it everyday all day long. Before school, at lunch, after school and all evening. I worked a part time job in high school so I was always "the friend with the pot". I took alot of risks to score during those years. Most of my connections were older guys, high school drop outs who when I look back seemed a little too thrilled to be selling to a young high schooler!
This went on till around my mid twenties. Then as the matter of smoking to be happy somehow took a wrong turn into "I must be high to handle life", I managed to quit smoking before work and at lunch time, but as soon as I walked in the door after work I hit the bong and continued all night. On the weekends it was a day long event. Eventually the paranoia set in and got worse and worse. I would isolate in the house thinking at any moment that the cops would come knocking on my door and arrest me. Then I would consider the consequences of jail, embarassment, humiliation. That never stopped me from smoking! I'd just smoke more to forget what it was I was obsessing over in the first place.
The straw that finally broke this camel's back was....."
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Excellent question, by the way.