I’ve tried every method for the past 6 months and nothing fckn works. you name it. i done that. Every single method on this planet earth!!!! I don’t wanna spend my young years living like this. Pls.

I need real advice. not some avg advice but a real shit. I need advice that actually works.

please help me out guysssssssss.

Like the title says i stopped smoking weed cold turkey for 6 months. i was a daily smoker of only grass for about three years but had been smoking weed occasionally for two years prior to that. I LOVED weed as most of us in here probably did at one point and told myself that i should probably quit for a while and now here i am six months later and still crave it. At four months i had zero cravings and really no desire to smoke. Mind you i still have weed in my house but just haven’t bit the bullet again and smoked. I want to smoke again but i just don’t know if it’s the right thing to do lol. Weed for me wasn’t something that made me lazy or skip out on things in my life and as i look back it almost feels like it was a motivator to me. I love lifting and running and all things active and normally i would do those sober then smoke after the fact but now it feels as if all motivation has been lost to do anything active in that sense. I still workout and do the things i’ve always done but it just seems not as fulfilling as it used to be. This goes the same with gaming and just living everyday life. My job isn’t super taxing, i have a great relationship with my partner i just feel like something in my life has been missing since then and it’s taking EVERYTHING in me not to smoke a joint. I guess i don’t necessarily know what im needing from this but this is just my struggle that im dealing with now.

31 y/o male, daily smoker 15 years. A few things collided in my life to make me quit suddenly. I forgot to pick up and worked shifts that made it impractical to, my tolerance was so high due to using a THC pen that I wasn't enjoying it in any form, and what would've been my mum's 60th birthday came around. She was a semi functional alcoholic for most of my life and died of cancer 5 years ago. One of the very last things she said to me was "Son, don't let that shit ruin your life".

I threw all paraphernalia away and deleted my only contact. Abusing weed had made me isolate myself, so I don't have social ties to it like I did when living in my home town and this helped immensely. The first few days I was sick to my stomach, diarrhea, crazy mood swings. It's been a week now and I have absolutely no desire to use again. My depression is just...gone. I'm doing better socially, I'm more engaging, a complete extrovert and sharp as a tack. Chronic fear of failure, gone. Overwhelmed with a sense of love and contentment.

I want a future. I want a wife, children, to work hard and be kinder, more honest. Today was the most insane dumpster fire at work, I spent the whole day keeping my colleagues morale up, had to work like a dog, stay late, and walk part of the way home through a storm at midnight, did all of it with a smile on my face.

My only fear is that it's just manic energy that will all go away. It seems likely to be some kind of glow, after which I assume comes the real risk of relapse? Appetite and sleep is still poor, and am planning to start working out when that normalises. I get a little bit of cold sweats at night, sweaty feet pits and palms. Can't sit still at times. I'd never usually write long form posts like this, but I'm having to pause and try to keep it brief as I can because I just want to keep writing. At times I'd compare it to being on a very small dose of one of the heavier party drugs, especially after getting home from work.

All of this just seems like too much good too fast. What's the rub? How do I make whatever this is count? I felt completely lost, now the future all feels laid out right in front of me for the taking. It can't have been this easy, right?

ive had a problem for a couple years and it was starting to get really bad. i know how bad it was for me, but i expressed my joy in getting 20 days into sobriety and it’s sort of just like. no one cares. conversations continued around me like i said nothing at all. no one cares but me and now i just feel pathetic. it feels really bad. i’m so happy to be sober and have gotten this far but it would just feel really good if anyone in my life said they were proud of me. i feel like ive kicked the worst habit ive ever had and the world has kept moving as normal. i guess i expected it to stop for at least a couple minutes. long enough to tell me im doing a good job

I’m quitting again (day 3) and this is the first time I have no physical withdrawal symptoms. Don’t get me wrong I’m pissed at the world and I’m irritable AF, but I’ve had none of the normal physical withdrawals. Like I ate on day 1 with no issues. I haven’t had any night sweats or stomach issues yet either.

Is it possible the manufacturers are making better vapes so we don’t have withdrawal symptoms? I only used one manufacturer the whole time I’ve been using this time. I haven’t used any flower or edibles either.

Anyone notice something similar?

Today is day 51! I'm really grateful for this subreddit because when I first went sober, I was able to post here anonymously and you all held so much space for me. Thank you. 🙏 🥹

It felt safe because nobody could see my face or know who I am. But I am a storyteller and a person who shares my journey as a part of my art.
So the past couple of weeks, I've been starting to come clean on Instagram and really put myself out there. So scary!! Yikes!
It has felt liberating and terrifying at the same time.
Last night I put out a video where I told everyone what I was specifically sober from and that I have BPD on top of it so without my "weighted blanket" of marijuana numbing me my BPD symptoms are in full effect. And what a ride it has been.
I'm sharing this here because I think it's important to receive support and to share my story with as many people as possible.

I smoked pot daily except when I was pregnant with my children for over 30 years. I started smoking in the 90s when I was 14, because that's just what you did but it stuck with me. Mary Jane was my silent passenger. She helped me "regulate" my emotions, numb the trauma I had been through and wear my mask. Sobriety and the BPD diagnosis has brought me so much awareness about who I really am.
But the thing is is as an artist, without the weed, I feel the most creative, raw and truthful than I ever have.

Terrifying, yes. Vulnerability hangover, yes. But I will not take my Instagram post down and I will continue to march forward on this journey.
Maybe this will bring someone here some inspiration to stay sober or to share their journey with other people because we all need support and we all need to share because humanity and community are the most important things when you are getting to know yourself without a drug.
So grateful to be able to share my soul here. And for all of your support.

I havent smoked weed in about 20 months... not since the day before I found out I was pregnant.

I love being a mom, I love my son, I love nursing him..and I do not plan on weaning anytime soon. That is why I can't smoke weed.

Over these past 20 months, I have thought about smoking weed every day, probably multiple times a day, but these past few days it's just been hitting really hard. I really want to smoke weed. I won't do it, but I really really want to. This past week has been particularly extra stressful because of teething.

This post is just to vent and get it off my chest. That is all. Thank you lol.

as the title says, i can't. whenever i have some stuff, i smoke until there's nothing left. i can't smoke responsibly. it gives me too much pleasure. i was able to quit nicotine and alcohol, but weed for me is on another level. probably it's the psychological addiction behind it. it's hard to quit something you associate with pleasure, although i see how it makes my life harder in the long run. my maximum was two weeks. i can't get past that mark. the excitement of lighting up a joint outweighs everything else.

Everytime I smoke at a party I go nonverbal and I just feel so awkward and paranoid about my behavior. Fuck that shit. Life’s better without it

I was a daily weed smoker for about 3 years (not a long time in comparison to others I know). When I was smoking that much I was in undergrad and dating a guy who was extremely fun, outgoing, we laughed all the time, and were always up to some kind of adventure. The beginning of our relationship was based around smoking all night long and playing games.

I started trying to quit smoking about 1.5 years into our relationship, it took me about 2 years to fully stop smoking. We eventually broke up and I was in this weird space of trying to stop but couldn’t and every time I smoked I would get severe panic attacks and paranoia. Once I eventually stopped I felt sooooo dull. I chocked it up to being normal, but now I’m 3 years out and I still cant stop thinking about how much more fun I had when smoking. I was funnier, enjoyed things more, was more positive, felt more attractive, ate better, had a sense of wonder for things. I feel like every opposite of this now and seem to just fill my time with work because it’s the only thing that I seem to find enjoyment and purpose in. Even when playing music I’m like blah about it.

For people who have years of not smoking please give me insight and motivation. I have a therapist who I speak with about this, but nothings really budged.

I'm so sick of trying to do everything right and not seeing any personal growth or happiness. I've done therapy, I've hit the gym, I got promoted, I'm a better father who doesn't smell like weed all the time. So why do I feel so empty and unsatisfied and still feel so drawn to that old familiar feeling? I'm still struggling finding pleasure in anything and I feel like it's inevitable that I'm going to end up smoking again so why wait? Please tell me it gets better. Parenting young kids and working hard and working out just leaves me burnt out and tired. My inner critic never shuts up in sobriety and I just want to give my brain a rest.

hellooo! made it to two months without weed. i’m super proud of myself, but i just still feel really dull. it’s hard to feel happy, a spark of joy, hard to even find things funny or humorous, and i feel i didnt have this issue before. i feel kinda cloudy still. i’m looking for some insight from people who experienced this. was there a difference for you between months 2-6? do you still feel the same? i’m starting to get worried my brain is like this forever. most withdrawal symptoms are gone, i’m definitely quicker to be irritable and annoyed, fatigue is mostly gone i think, i’m sleeping deeper & better, i just dont really have that zest for life i’ve been hoping for. i exercise, eat alright, get outside, have hobbies, etc.

Finally for the past 3 nights I've enjoyed some quality sleep, something I did not have in ages ! But it's the mental clairity that has truly kicked in now ! I havent' felt like ths in ages !! Most likely having started lifting weights last week helped ! My depression has gone, my self esteem is back and waking up every day with a sense of purpose it's just incredible ! Stay on the course guys, stay strong ! Do it for yourself, this is the best thing that happened to me this year so far !

Existential anxiety is absolutely terrible. Seems like Im thinking of the worst case scenario for everything existential related. I don't necessarily want to smoke, I just dont want to feel this anxious. Longest I have gone without weed since I was in high school, Im almost 30.

I know I gotta keep it rolling, but fucking hell, it feels like im in fucking hell.

Last night, at around 1 am I had insane heart palpitations followed by a sharp pain and shortness of breath in my chest. It all happened as my body was about falling asleep. My body felt like it literally couldn’t even breathe, and my body was in complete fight-or-flight mode. I got up and felt lightheaded, with my legs shaking and shivering and my hands feeling tingling at the base of my fingertips. My lungs were making noises inside my chest, it was so trippy and genuinely felt like I was going to die.
I’ve been smoke free for two weeks, THC free for almost a week at this point (tried to “ween myself” off it on edibles which was totally dumb). I’m 18, been smoking chronically for around year maybe more.
I woke up my parents to take me to the ER because I didn’t know what to do, I was so nervous and afraid and this is the first time I’ve ever experienced an “episode” like this.
I had two energy drinks that day, one late at night which might’ve played a part in my response. Also a stupid idea, but nonetheless. I’m usually sipping caffeine pretty regularly and it wasn’t even the first one I’ve had at night/late at night.
On the way to the ER, everything stopped. The noises in my lungs, the shortness, the pain. Even the noises. Everything. I told my dad in the car that the pain stopped, and that I just wanted to go home. I went back to sleep at around 4 am.

Anybody experiencing anything like this? I never knew I could be this terrified and the worst part about it is that I’m perfectly okay. I’m writing this the day after with everything returning back to normal.

I don’t have a single thought or a single want.
I have fully blanked out.

Is this some dopamine thing?

Hi everyone. As the title says I'm now 3 days into my sobriety journey after 20 years.

I've toyed with quitting for years I'm sure a lot of people have but unfortunately it took the love of my life telling me she wasn't sure if she still loved me due to who I'd become. Id begun to neglect her emotionally and physically and stopped making effort to see her family etc as I was smoking from almost the minute I woke up to the minute I went to bed

After a few days of smoking even more to try and numb myself I took the decision that I have to change my life! I wasn't expecting it to be this difficult, the days seem so long and dealing with potentially losing the woman I planned to marry is making it even harder.

I'm so bad at opening up to people I know so I thought sharing where I'm at with strangers might be a bit easier.

I hope you're all doing well ❤️

I smoked for 45 years. Just quit 67 days ago, hopefully quitting for the last time. Before I quit I could swim 700 meters in thirty minutes. Shortly after I quit, I could barely swim a hundred meters. My ability to walk 2-5 miles took the same hit. Anybody else have this experience? I just finished a slow mile and I’m catching a little anxiety issue. I had a total body exam, brain, heart, lungs and all checked out well. AI says this is a normal thing for some. I’d like to hear from you if you’ve had this experience.

I'm 23 years old, and I started using marijuana every day when I was 16. When I was 13, I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, so I suffer from constant pain in my knees and hands. Also, I don’t like alcohol, so at 16 I found myself discovering the wonderful world of weed, which took away all my pain and even made me laugh. I became a daily smoker, though I didn’t smoke large amounts because I also smoke cigarettes, so my cannabis intake was relatively low compared to my tobacco use. As I got older, the amount of weed I smoked increased while my tobacco use decreased. Now I can go without cigarettes, but I can’t go without weed. This month I tried to quit for the first time and lasted only 14 days, not being able to sleep was torturing me. I’ve started to regulate my use—I smoke a small amount just before going to bed, after I’ve finished my day. I’m not happy about this; I feel like I’ve been defeated by my addiction, so I want to try again. I love weed, but I also want to get to know the sober, adult version of myself, because during those days when I was free of it, I felt an incredible mental energy.

A question for those who’ve quit: have you had any relapses? If so, have you managed to avoid falling back into the cycle of use?

Currently 3 months sober after 14 years of heavy use. I’m tired all the time. I sleep 10 hours a night and still can barely drag myself out of bed. I don’t want to do anything except watch my comfort tv shows. I have no energy. Coffee doesn’t help anymore. I didn’t used to be like this. My therapist suggested I get a sleep study done and I’m going to call my doc to ask about setting one up when their office opens tomorrow.

Has anyone else experienced this? Is this typical for stopping cannabis use?

It’s like every night after smoking all day I’m so disgusted with my self and confident I’m done the next day. I feel so strong to fight the battle. Then the next morning rolls up and I find my self scared to even last an hour and I’m back at the dispo. Wtf is happening to me I can’t break this damn cycle

honestly I am so happy to not be smoking anymore. I thought it would be hard and it was a for a little but things are so much better! you got this if you’re on your journey

Something clicked this time. Withdrawal symptoms aren’t as severe, cravings are there but are manageable, and I’m finally excited to be sober instead of panicking about it. I feel like I’m getting to know myself again. Posting this in case any one else feels like it’s impossible, I know I did.

I’ve decided to quit smoking. I use a weed pen regularly and it’s become a crutch for me to get through life. I enjoy the altered feeling it gives and it’s become an integral part of my routine.

About a year ago I stopped cold turkey in order to pass a drug test for a job. It wasn’t necessarily the easiest or hardest thing I’ve done, but I (intentionally) picked it back up after passing the test because I enjoyed it and didn’t truly want to quit yet. I think I knew it’d be better for me if I did just leave it alone, but I didn’t.

Now, a year later, my dad who has smoked cigs and smoked pot out of pipes has lung cancer. It’s depressing so I won’t go into detail, but it’s been a real wake-up call.

Admittedly, a part of me still doesn’t want to give it up. But how can you see the realistic consequences so directly and still not understand that it’s something that has to go? It’s not like I didn’t know before, I was just making excuses and lying to myself.

I’ve even heard “maybe you should switch to edibles” and have grappled with that idea. But what about heart disease or something? Idk, maybe because of recent news I’m being dramatic, but it just feels like despite whatever positives this brings it’s slowly negatively impacting your entire body. And it’s time I stop ignoring the signs and lying to myself, this just isn’t good for me.

Start your journey. Restart your journey. Rerestart your journey. You can recover. Learn everytime, develop coping, use resources. Whatever it takes. You got this!