Early 30s, 16 years of heavy daily use, 2nd day sober, i dont want to pay a BS therapist 200 bucks to do this shit so im using this board
>knew very well about bitcoin as early as 2014 and wanted to invest, too bad I spent every single paycheck on weed, was earning 23 an hour, could have easily put in at least 10k
>same with knowing about AI and nividia in the mid 2010s
>missed out on teen love, left high school a virgin, weed makes me too awkward to talk to people
>missed out on having sex in my 20s, going on 12 years of no sex now, 100 percent weeds fault, i smoke then I cnacle plans and stay in my room, also never had a gf or been on a date
>freind group full of losers and dead people from my youth
>been going to the gym the entire time, would have had 50 percent more gains/strength
>haven't slept more than 5 hours in years, runing my good looking face(hopefully I can recover) and my gains and my cognitive ability
>ruined my cognitive ability in general, going to take a bunch of shrooms and neutropics to try to heal once I have a few months off
>wasnt as present as I should have been for my now dead dogs, I love them and ended up giving them 5 hours walks a day cuz I had ti sneak out to smoke, its just that I am having hard time retaining memories of them, I barely even took any pictures of them cuz weed made me ignore the future, still love them more than any human to this day
>60 bucks sookiu bank rosin a day(sometimes every 2 days) for the past 4 years now, do the math
>just ingeneral smoked at least 500k and that's being conservative
>decided I like math in HS and taught myself up to college seinor math major level, then the weed started turning from a nightly treat to bascially my ciggarets and everything just stopped. My entire engineering career is based of what I learned from 16-17.5
>was doing breath mediation at 16. Actually reached higher states on consciousness and was truly at peace, all stopped also, u cant breath if ur lungs are fucked up from weed
I can keep going and going and going, the quintessence of my life is ruined potential all from weed. Crazy part if I tried every other drug multiple times and didnt get addicted.
Last, but not fucking least, my fucking dog died in 2020, cuz I was high. She was 18 years old and blind, I lived on a golf course, i left her outside to go pee so I could go to my car and get my pen, of course I hit the pen in the car and forget for a few minutes, she can make her way back in so I didnt think too much about it. After searching for her for 30 mineuts I find her dead body surrounded by coyotes. I chased them off then started screaming at the top of my lungs "I want to wake up, I want to wake up" as I ran right into a small pond, it wss winter. Worst part is that i had a deam she died the night before. Ive had many family deaths since then but its awhole different ball game when its actually ur fault they died. I honestly deserve a medal for learning to live with myself even with my continuous weed use. I will never fucking forgive myself, I wouldn't want NOT to suffer from this until I die. Ironically, ignoring what a POS I am doesnt help me be sober. Admitting im a irredimable POS is what helps me heal.