Weed Helps Me Be Creative

Sorry not sorry

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I’ve been working as a professional writer/editor for almost twenty-five years now (yikes), but it wasn’t until I got back into smoking weed that my writing improved.

I smoked a lot of weed for a while in college, but only during hours when I wasn’t going to class or at work. I reluctantly quit when I realized I was making lots of stupid mistakes at work, and no matter how much I tried to concentrate harder and stop the stupid mistakes, they kept happening. So I quit pot cold turkey, and didn’t smoke for twenty-five years.

I went about my life happily weed-free until my childhood trauma finally caught up with me and knocked me on my ass. Before that, though, I had jobs I needed to be able to function at, and then I got pregnant, and weed was totally out of the question for years. There was no way I was going to be a pothead in front of my kid. As she approached her late teens, however, I was rapidly losing control of my mental health because of a toxic family situation I could no longer deal with. I crashed headlong into a midlife crisis and a mental breakdown at the same time, and the haze of being high seemed to be the only way I could navigate my life.

I quickly discovered that while marijuana might negatively affect my ability to do math or remember to pick up BBQ sauce at the grocery store…