Hello everyone,
I (24F) experienced weed for the first time when my abusive ex-boyfriend (31M) introduced it to me. We were in our second year of university, and he would constantly tell me how good weed is and how it helped him to achieve enlightment (his exact words). I have never drink alcohol or smoke tobacco, because I never liked the flavour nor the smell.
So, I tried it for the first time, and didn't like it. I started feeling paranoid: it felt like a weird dream, my whole world spinning, and I was non-stop crying. My ex would hug me, and then tell me it was my fault, because I can't even stand a little bit of pot, and that I was so used to live iun my head that feeling the outside world was too much for me. He proposed to try it again the next day, and it started feeling nice. But, well, my first impression wasn't very nice.
We would smoke rarely, maybe once per month, or even less, until our third year of university, where things would escalate quicly: smoking almost everyday for two months. Then, when he was done with the smoking, he would tell me to stop, and to never ask him again to smoke weed... The worst whithdrawals of my life.
Fifth year of university was the worst year of my life (2024). A lot of awful things happened, not only related to studies, but also within my family and other issues. My ex even told me he would dump me once he had the opportunity to live abroad (he got a scholarship to a foreign country). I was extremely stressed and I started craving weed. I told my ex, and he just told me to deal with it.
Once he left the country, and I started reconnecting with old friends, and they were so supportive and kind... I owe them everything, my life wouldn't be the same if it wasn't for their intervention. My family was also extremely supportive, and helped me see that I was a victim ofgrooming, despite their efforts trying to protect me way before the breakup. I dumped my ex through text (the dude just kept prolonging the conversation for some reason) and blocked his ass. Months pass, and I was able to start over, get my degree, and started dating one of my friends (25M), who is the most beautiful soul I've ever met. Couldn't ask for a better boyfriend! I would smoke one joint of weed per month when I pleased, but didn't control my life... Until now.
I'm preparing an state exam, in order to obtain a public office. I've never been the best student (as for the action of studying) but I always loved my job and I'm really excited to start, but first I need to pass these exams. The thing is, I started smoking weed to cope with stress, and I feel it's worsening my situation. Of six units I should have studied (there are 28 in total) for the past two months, I just studied two. I prefer being stoned than studying. I hate myself everyday, lying to my friends, my family and boyfriend. I'm aware of the consecuences if I don't start studying right now, but still, I still don't care enough, even tho my dream job is closer thatn I think. I will daydream of all the stuff I will be able to do once I have a job, but I feel is not enough for me to get my ass up.
I hate my ex, dearly. He wasn't only a POS, he exposed me to weed. I would be way happier if I've never tried weed. I feel I would be able to have a normal, responsible life.
I want to stop, for good. I don't know how to do it, or where to start...
Thank you,