OBSERVATION & CONVICTION
Social anxiety is common among patients due to the taboo associated with Cannabis (the preferred scientific and medical terminology) and lack of safe, legal access. Wright had heard others speak frankly about the necessity of having their ‘medicine’ to manage with various issues such as anxiety, pain management and nausea. Conversations revealed that a number of patients also preferred smoking than drinking alcohol for relaxation, and did at the risk of being summoned to surrender urine for testing (a risk to maintain a relationship with a healing plant). Others, due to the stigma attached to smoking, had resigned themselves to professional lives that permitted legal alcohol consumption (and plenty of it), and a monthly scrip for something else legal. Social and family judgment existed around this natural plant, especially as it related to religious beliefs and contributed to a great deal of self-condemnation and periods of depression. Convicted by a range of learned religious understandings, Wright also believed her final destination of burning beside dime bags in HELL was her ultimate end. This couldn’t the be the answer?
Many years of maintaining family priorities and making self-imposed challenging career choices brings Wright to 2012. Life began to roll forward in slow motion revealing an onset of medical conditions that blindsided her. She was so caught up trying to live that she didn’t see the writing on the wall through the haze and fog.
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onset of medical conditions that blindsided her. She was so caught up trying to live that she didn’t see the writing on the wall through the haze and fog.
TEMPORARILY DISABLED, SMALL STEPS AND BACK TO THE ORIGINAL QUESTION
Each day was counted 4..50..166..278…345…427..532..548, the tears were way too many to track and the pain far too intense to comprehend. With surgery being eminent, a high priority for she and the physicians was to manage until ‘the day’ and the solution…opioids. These pills had become a necessity for survival. To be more specific, the prescription could not run out; the fear of running low (no fewer than 6 tablets) would trigger an emotional meltdown that would require additional pharmaceuticals to control all the mental, physical and emotional misfires and more medications to aid with sleep. Not a good quality of life at this point. “How the hell did I get here?” Replayed in her mind as the tears fell each and every day, sometimes all day. During this period, through focused and intentional meditative practices, expressing creatively and seeking guidance, the answers to the initial questions began to grow. The answers to the questions from thirty years ago were the most astounding.
Hemp…ECS…CBD and THC….and Advocacy..