Hey All,

Just wondering if any of you experienced weight loss when you quit smoking weed?

If you did, how much did you lose approximately and how long did it take for the weight to come off?

Hey All,

Well, I'm quite please with myself at the moment. I've gone the entire day without smoking weed! Over the past couple days I've made it to 12pm or 2pm and then gave in. Today I totally preoccupied myself. I went to the mall with my gf, then we went to a movie, then we went to sushi, then we went to target, and now its 7pm and we're home about to put on a movie.

This morning I woke up early and started asking myself, "What can I do to ease the withdrawal symptoms?". I asked this because last night was rough, even though I smoked weed yesterday afternoon I still could no go to sleep last night. **I used to smoke 30+ times a day, literally every 35/40 minutes.

I decided I was going to grab some MELATONIN & some MULTIVITAMINS.

MELATONIN: Your brain secretes this stuff and basically it helps you get tired and go to sleep. Melatonin is sold as a supplement to help folks with things like Jetlag or just poor sleeping patterns. I'll be taking 1.5mg each night about 45 mins before I go to bed. The smallest dosage I could find was 3mg, so I'm cutting one in half. I really recommend folks give this a try to help with the insomnia HOWEVER go with a small dosage first and then work your way up if you need to. The first time I ever took melatonin I had 1.5mg and I slept for 12 hours. When I woke up I was still groggy and tired for half the day. Of course everyone is different so do your due diligence before starting with a large dose.

MULTIVITAMINS: I never usually take vitamins but I figured it would be a good idea to start now. I dont have any science to backup my strategy here but I just feel like if I'm not deficient on any vitamins then my body will work better and will flush out the thc in my system that much faster. Of course I still have a good month or two to go until its out of my system.

Thats all for now I guess. I'll check in tomorrow to let you guys know how goes.

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I'm going to tell my story here mostly because I have never really told it to anyone, and I think it might help me.

I'm 34yo now and I don't smoke pot anymore.

Rewind ...

I'm 15yo and have my first toke of pot at a party and, boy, do I like it. I've never really liked beer, but here comes pot and we are new best friends. I have a calendar and I mark all the days that I smoke. At first it's just a day here and there when a friend has it. Quickly it becomes buying my own bags, smoking every day, hanging out with all the other potheads.

Fast forward 17 years ...

I am now 32yo and married with two daughters - 6yo and 9yo. Still smoking pot every day, not for any particular reason, I just enjoy it. I often say to myself, I don't drink beer I just smoke pot instead, what's the big deal. I could probably count on 1 hand the number of days I've not smoked since I was in high school. Life is good. I decide to start my own business so I give my employer notice and invest my life savings in the company. Former employer decides he doesn't like my new idea and he sues me. Several months go by, lawyer bills well into 6 figures. Fortunately business is going well, but it's still a ton of stress in my life.

Now something changes in my life. I stop smoking because I want to, and I start smoking because I am stressed out. I never had anxiety before, but now I start getting it in little waves after a long day, and so I smoke more pot to chill out. Slowly, over the next year, the pot stops reducing my stress and starts making me more anxious. Then, one day, cue my first panic attack. I smoke a giant joint, thinking its going to relax me, but instead I find myself on the floor crawling for the telephone fully 100% believing I am having a heart attack and am going to die here on the floor. My wife and kids will walk in and find me dead. My life flashes before my eyes, but also what I see is what I'm going to miss... my daughters getting married... my grandkids. I make it to the phone and call my Dad who lives down the street. He takes me to the ER and the doctors basically say, nothing is wrong with you, go home and get some rest.

Well, I decide the panic attack was a one time thing and I go back to smoking pot the very next day. Some months go by, 3 panic attacks and a couple ER visits later I finally come to the brilliant conclusion that pot is making my anxiety worse, not helping my stress, and so one day I decide to quit. At this point I have one thing which I am grateful for, and that is that the anxiety I'm having is so terrible that it makes quitting easy. I am not even tempted to smoke again because the fear of another panic attack so outweighs the allure that I don't even have to think about it. I'll quit smoking pot and after some amount of time my anxiety will taper off and I'll be a happy dude again.

Some more months go by. Unfortunately, the anxiety does not stop. In fact, it gets worse. Much worse. I'll be someplace, say at work, or the movies, and I'll start feeling a panic attack come on. I'm able to escape from wherever I am and go lay down and eventually (hours later) the attack will stop and I'll feel somewhat normal. Pretty soon I now expect panic attacks and anxiety. They are my new constant friends. When I am going someplace with the family or friends, I make plans ahead of time of what I will do if and when the panic attack begins. The cycle of fearing the fear has begun.

I finally decide I need to get some help, so I talk to my doctor, and he prescribes me Xanax for the acute panic attacks. Whenever you quit pot, "they" always say be careful not to get hooked on something else, especially pills. So I'm aware of this possibility and I only take very small doses, and only when I feel an attack coming on. The pills work for me. I am able to break the cycle of fearing the fear and slowly my anxiety begins to reduce and I begin to reclaim my life.

Now it's present day, I am 34yo and I am drug free. Occasionally I will have anxiety but I can just relax now using breathing and meditation techniques I've picked up, and I know that some anxiety here and there is okay, it's just a part of (my) life - deal with it and get on with living. But now that I am seeing life clearly, I realize that I missed out on a lot of personal development over the decades when I lived in the pot haze.

I am thankful that my life is good now. I love my wife and kids, the business is very successful, and I have a lot to look forward to. But I feel like a 15yo kid sometimes and it breaks my heart that I can't get those years back. I know that all I can do is try and grow personally and spiritually, and that I can't have those years back, ever. It's hard to feel like a shy little kid in a grown man's body sometimes. Socially I'm getting better but I still have some bouts of social anxiety. Lucky for me I have a great group of friends that I've now met since quitting pot.

I'd love to hear anyone else's experience with decades of pot and how you've managed to grow now that you are out of the pot haze. What challenges you've faced and what battles you've won. How you've maybe been successful at reclaiming some of what you missed while in that haze.

I'm done!

Hi all, we'll just say my name is Bigboi for now, i am 24 years old, obviously a guy

i can remember the first time i ever smoked i was about 8-9 years old and i tried it a few times then... i remember trying it several times here and there.. id say my last year in middle school first year in high school, i started smoking everyday, it progressed from here and there with other kids from the neighborhood, then i began smoking more and more everyday, losing interest in anything but smoking, i quit building computers, quit paintballing, quit fishing, stayed gaming online, bowling and playing pool for many years, though... i smoked more and more as time went on, from dimes a day to quarters to ounces... getting in trouble with the law, running from the police, too much for me to list without incriminating myself or others... i let marijuana and drugs take my life over so bad, that i had no interest in women until i was almost 19, then i got in a car accident, i was snorting Xanax here and there again and Drinking ALOT...

when i was almost 20 i was selling out of a friends house, making a great amount, buying some yay for myself and a bottle of cognac, and id buy the party a big ole bottle of E&J brandy, smoking about an ounce a day to myself as well.... i was on probation, violated with a felony possession, did some time, came home in 2010, started doing ecstasy like crazy, from 1 pill in a night to 4 pills in a night, i did yay twice, i got into a relationship with a woman and she asked if i could get any, so i did.. well from then on, i got back into chain smoking... i mean 2-3 blunts a day then back to an ounce a day between the two of us or a quarter of kush lasting 4 days, after a few bad experiences with ecstasy i threw in the towel, i said "its not for me" and quit that chemical... i smoke when i wake up... before i go to work... while im at work... on my way home if i have any on me, and then smoke all night until i go to bed then wake up and do it all over again..

i couldn't work due to my back giving out every few days and i couldn't bare to sit at home and listen to her complain about ME not making any money, so i started selling again, normal contacts dried up and i called a guy that always told me if i needed anything to give em a call, it wasn't unusual for me to do this from time to time, so i had no clue what the night had in store for me.... i made a request, he claims to have someone ready, so we go to meet, i end up getting SHOT point blank in the stomach with a 9mm pistol, (gun was initially pointed at my forehead) the bullet went 1" under my liver and ended up in my left buttcheek, i woke up with 27 staples and a temporary colostomy, 1 month later my son was born and me and my woman started getting into it again, i started smoking 2 days after i got home from being in the hospital for 3 weeks, now me and my kids mother aren't together because ive changed my outlook on life and what i want in life... but i am still left with 1 problem, i am still smoking, i cannot find myself quitting.... i get too impatient, too antsy and too friggin grumpy, not to mention i just learned why id cry randomly if i didn't have any bud for a few days, Very interesting site, i feel much better now that i am very happy because i am at peace right now AND i am smoking, but its just so friggin hard to quit that idk what to do with my time... Boredom for me means im about to twist one up and get blazed, but i am going to be 25 this year, and am LUCKY to have a roof over my head right now, and am looking forward to another surgery here in the future so i can sit down on the toilet like a normal person.

i do have a love for vehicles and working on them, i do ever so often, and that's the only time i never think about when im rollin my next blunt, i have told myself the last 3x that i wouldn't get anymore, and i have failed after 2-3 days, i cave in from utter boredom, and find myself rolling one up to do what i normally do... i know its not a physical addiction i have, its most definitely physiological, i am looking at my 24 years of life ive lived on this earth, and i don't want to live the next 24 like ive lived these 24... i want to go to school, and change Everything about myself, i understand that may be difficult to understand, but im Hispanic/white and i grew up around black folks, went to school with all blacks and pretty much grew up ghetto as hell, and i have been trying so hard to change my ways, but i find myself snapping back to my ghetto tendencies, (i am not a racist, i use this word rather frequently, blacks or no blacks present) i said to myself "you can take a ***** out the hood, you cant the hood out of a *****" i have been doing much better than i have before... i have cut back on doing alot of negative things and actions i used to do, and i still do from time to time, i don't want my kid to know the old me, i don't need to ruin my kids life because of the streets, i cut ties with all people i used to know and i cut ties with anyone i knew from school, i am just finding ridiculously hard to put the bud down and move on, i just think to myself.. i don't wanna be 50 and looking back going "damn i knew i shoulda quit in my 20s look at my life now, i aint got squat"

i hope to be spending more time here and changing myself around, i know first hand that changes don't occur overnight, but i am slowly handling one thing at a time, thank you guys for reading, i left out quite a bit of info because id rather not be too specific at this moment, ill explain at a later time

Just a quick repost of a message I posted recently, for those of you who don't already know I have decided to give removing the moderation of posts a trial for all but our JR members as anyone who is disruptive or counterproductive to the group are usually gone by then. So anyone who has over thirty posts should be able to enjoy better conversations now, as many of you know the moderation thing is not something I have enjoyed having to do but due to the sensitive nature of the subject and being one that probably attracts more trolls than most that's just what I have thought was best up until now, but hopefully this will give us more of a half-way house and a better balance between allowing people to have a good conversation and keeping those who will cause trouble and upset out, like I say let’s give it a trial and see how it pans out.

All the best,

Hi All,

I am 28 years old from Boston, MA and I'm a big old pot head. I started smoking in 1999 at 15 years old. I started smoking really heavily around 18/19 years old.

For the past year at least I've been smoking over 30 times each day, usually every 35-45 minutes. I smoke from the time I wake up till the time I go to bed. To be fair I don't smoke immediately when I wake up. I go to the bathroom and have a coffee first :) - Then its time to smoke.

I have a girlfriend, we've been together for 6 years. She also smokes- not as much as me, but she still burns them down everyday. Marijuana has been a part of our relationship almost since day 1 (Day 3 of our relationship if you want to get technical).

We've broken up once before because she said that I never want to go out or do anything. Sad to say this is very true. If I'm high or coming down from a high, I don't really want to go anywhere or do anything at all. Even if I smoked pot 10 hours earlier, I still have this lazy feeling all over my body. Now, if I didn't smoke weed at all I would have no problem going out and in fact I'd be the first person out the door. For some reason Marijuana just zaps my energy and keeps it zapped all day long. There is literally no coming back after I've smoked weed once in a day.

I've always gone to work stoned and sometimes I'd get stoned and not want to go to work and wouldn't. Fortunately I've never been reprimanded or been in trouble at work as a result of my pot smoking habits.

I do know that I've been much less productive whilst smoking weed over the past 10+ years. I look back and think about all of the things I should've accomplished that I didn't... it can be quite depressing.

I tried to quit smoking weed yesterday and made it until about lunch time. I don't know what came over me but I grabbed my EMPTY grinder and a bag I found in the back of a cabinet that was literally just filled with pieces of weed leaves, not even buds. I scraped the grinder with a knife to get any keefe out, I them mixed it with the leaves and smoked. I don't think I realized what I was doing until I flicked the lighter, by then it was too late. I ended up smoking 3 times yesterday just like this. I suppose I shouldn't let it get me since I've been smoking 30+ times per day. I must admit I had several mood swings yesterday as well, which was weird because I didn't even go without weed for the whole day. I was irritable, angry, sad, cried at one point (I never cry), random surges of energy would come along and I'd have this feeling like I want to jump out of my skin or put my arm through a wall or flip over a car. Very strange feelings I'm not accustomed to. I hope these will pass quickly when I quit.

I'm trying again today.

Very happy I found this board as I think it can help me get clean. Its funny, I once posted on a Marijuana forum that I wanted to quit and needed help. People were very mean and rude, saying things like Marijuana isn't addictive and telling me I was a loser and to just quit. That was quite depressing and upsetting. Fact of the matter is that Marijuana is addictive, there are withdrawal symptoms. You may not be throwing up violently and you may not die from withdrawals but you will experience very strong withdrawal symptoms nonetheless. I was one of those guys who walked around with my chest out saying things like "weed isn't addictive" "weed can't kill you" "its natural" blah blah blah. I really wish scientists would perform studies to debunk some of these myths as they're well believed by the mainstream and only know to be bullshit by people who have been smoking marijuana constantly for years.

Hi,

I am a 27 year old male who lives in South Arizona. I have been chronically smoking weed for about 8 years since sophomore year of college. I am finally trying to quit for good.

At first I started smoking with friends who I hung out with 2-3 times a week. Then I started to hang out with these friends daily; we would go out to drink and smoke almost every day. I was still doing well in school so I didn't think much of it. After the school year I started to buy weed on my own have been steadily using more, especially in graduate school. Along the way my relationships with my parents has been troubled and I no longer have any close friends who do not smoke weed. Not surprisingly my love life is currently non-existent.

The worst part is all of these problems is how they came slowly over time and I did nothing to stop it and just smoked more weed. Smoking weed right now helps me forget my life which I dislike but it's also the reason for it.

I started to smoke weed because I was insecure and I didn't like who I was. Looking back now I really miss the old me and want him to come back.

Thanks all for your support,
MZ

First off, I want to say I knew my bf was a pothead when I started dating him, so I take full responsibility for that. He's also done other party drugs in the past, such as ecstasy and LSD, on occasion, though pot is definitely his "thing." I, on the other hand, am not into drugs, other than indulging in pot maybe a couple times a year.

I'm having a hard time because my bf doesn't seem to fall in to the standard "pothead" mold, so I can't find similar situations online to compare mine to. He's intelligent (outside of poor decisions concerning substances), sweet and supportive, loyal, and has a great, high-paying job he works really hard at. And this having not gone to college (he didn't have the money for it.) He's NOT lazy or irresponsible, though he does tend to leave things to the last minute (this, of course, may have nothing to do with being a pothead since I know plenty of non-stoners like this.)

Anyways, we've been dating about a year and a half. Six months into our relationship, I realized I really didn't want to be dating a pothead. It wasn't specifically anything that happened, just this constant nagging dislike of him smoking on a daily basis. We discussed this, and after a couple days of thought, he decided that he didn't want us to break up, and that he thought I came into his life to get him away from pot. After that, he started cutting back, and quit for about a week, but then started up again.

Now, I KNOW quitting any habit is hard, so I've really tried to be patient and supportive. I know change doesn't happen overnight. It takes time. I've stopped him from smoking a few times, other times I've not, knowing that he has to be making the decisions to smoke or not. But nothing has really changed.

I know part of the problem is that he smokes to deal with some mild anxiety and depression. But pot affects your brain chemicals, so I believe that pot may actually be causing some of those issues, and if he could quit for extended period of time he might equalize. I try to be sensitive to his issues, since also have anxiety and depression issues, but I choose not to medicate (except for occasionally taking Xanax-prescribed-when I have an onset of bad anxiety. I have been on anti-depressants in the past, but found they weren't really effective enough for me to warrant using them, especially as my issues are rather mild.)

Outside of the pot issue, he's a great boyfriend. We have a great time together. He's great with kids and has the makings of a great father. But I feel sick at the idea of marrying or having kids with someone who can't deal with their everyday issues without resorting to getting high. I keep thinking "My friends all have great husbands and don't have to deal with substance issues." But I'm also in my early 30s and prior to meeting my bf I was single for many years, so I'm terrified of not being able to find someone I click with again, given how hard it seems to be for me. (I'm not crazy or anything, I'm actually a very normal, mature woman, the person everyone says 'I can't believe you're still single!' to. Heck, my bf even said that to me many times when we started dating. I just seem to have horrible luck in meeting people.)

So recently I visited his hometown with him for the first time. We were going to meet up with some of his friends, all potheads, so of course they wanted to get together, and getting together invariably means smoking. I was NOT cool with this. One, I hate how potheads' lives seem to revolve around smoking before, during, and after everything they do. Two, my bf and I live in a decriminalized state, but his hometown is in a state with very harsh drug laws. He's actually gotten in trouble for possession there a couple of times (not out of irresponsibility, rather once out of plain bad luck, and once because of illegal search by a cop, ultimately thrown out. Had the same things happened where he lives now, he prob wouldn't even have been ticketed.)

Anyways, me objecting to getting together with his friends to smoke triggered a huge fight-really our first BIG fight. I didn't want to smoke or be around people smoking, and i wanted him to not smoke, but i also felt really guilty about keeping him from his friends (even though I think they were very immature, despite being in their late 20s.) It was just a miserable experience all around. We argued about him not quitting despite his promises, and I kept expecting him to say he actually didn't want to quit, but instead he kept acting like he still WANTED to and that I should just be supportive. I asked how i could be supportive when I was seeing zero improvement after a whole year. :(

A few more things. My bf does not have pothead friends where we live, outside of his dealer. And despite acting like he still wants to quit, he lights up (figuratively) when discussing pot (such as recent pot law changes, or when talking with his friend about part parties where they've smoked, etc.) It genuine seems to make him happy. So I feel like i have no right to take something like that away from him, even though I know how unhealthy it is. Sometimes I feel like he's just waiting for it to be legalized so he can feel justified, but alcohol is legal and that doesn't make people not alcoholics.

And I'm not anti-pot. At least, I wasn't until I met my bf. I enjoyed it occasionally. I didn't think it would bother me as much as it ended up bothering me, partially because I'd never dated a pothead before. Now it just makes me feel sad, because it feels like it's keeping an amazing partner from being 100% right for me. Frankly, I'm somewhat surprised my bf hasn't broken up with me, considering the stance I've taken.

I keep looking for a solution, but the only ones I keep coming back to is either 1) he finally realizes that pot addiction is not good for him and he quits or 2) we break up. And it seems like only one of those things is going to happen, and it breaks my heart. I guess I'm just looking for advice, or support, or maybe just stories from anyone who has gone through a similar situation, especially from the other side of it.

Thanks and sorry for the long post.

hey peeps.

just a quick update on my progress. i'm on day 14 today, and i am happy to say that i am doing ok. apart from the mood swings, crazy dreams and f****d up sleep patterns. it's weird, but i havent remembered my dreams for a long time. they've been very weird dreams but in a way, it's nice to remember them whem i wake up. so not feelin the best, still feel very lonely, and life still seems pretty crap, even more so since quitting the only pleasure i had in my day. however, i'm really pleased with my progress and proud of myself for quitting the shit!! i find taking it one day at a time keeps me strong, but it will always be something i will need to avoid doing, as i know how easy it would be to fall back into. my ex girlfriend from 7 years ago was an alcoholic, we split up cos i couldnt cope with seeing her destroy herself. She always said smoking was as bad as drinking. i didn't agree but now that i have gone through the process of stopping smoking, i have to admit, she was right. it may not be as volatile an effect but it is 'all consuming' and a waste of time, money, and happiness, i'm proud of her for quitting the drink, and i'm sure she'd be proud of me for stopping smoking. it's been a long time since i've seen her, but the last couple of weeks has made me think about how hard it must've been for her to quit drinking.

so, there is hope for all of us. i know i am on a more positive path than i was two weeks ago, and am confident that my life will improve, as more days pass without smoking. we have to keep going, as there really is light at the end of the tunnel

Hi all, where do i start. Well I have been smoking weed for 20 years I have recently turned 40 and have decided to quit again. I say again as I have given up before when my wife had enough of me accusing her of seeing her boss about 3 years ago. Would not leave her alone, pestering her all day seeing where she was and driving around where she was at. I think about it now and it makes me think what a **** for doing it. She kicked me out just before Christmas 2009. I went back to my parents in London and went through a whole lot of emotions, but I done it. It was a bad 2 months as I had to try and cope with a possible divorce also but I felt great, got a new job in London and was saving money things couldn't of been better. Was at work one day and had a phone call from my wife asking me to come back, I dropped everything and went back with no hesitation, things were on the mend and everyone noticed I was a changed man, more loving and caring. 2 months being back I said to my wife 1 night I think I can handle smoking again could I go and get some. She said yes as everything was ok. Well I started again and 3 years later on I'm back in the same position. I'm not accusing her of anything I'm just being really horrible and saying nasty comments,real nasty and it's not me. I am still with her and its my third day not smoking. But this time I get so emotional and cry. Today I have burst into crying 3 times. I think she understands but I'm pushing her away and I love her with all my heart she means the world to me. So I thought I would join this forum and talk to people to help each other through giving up that evil thing called WEED. Had a tear writing this, big softy

Hi all, I found this site in the middle of the night when I awoke in a pool of my own sweat. Yeah, day two, kind of. I started quitting yesterday, then scraped the hell out of a bowl around 3pm and got one hit which didn't get me high but staved off my irritability and headache. I also ate for the first time all day.

I am a marijuana addict and have been for 22 years. I've quit off and on for a few days, weeks at a time, and I need to quit again. It's just keeping me from doing what I should be doing in this world, namely working harder, working smarter, getting more done and helping others. I smoked every day, all day, at every job I've ever had, about a quarter ounce a week. The weed has been getting stronger and stronger as time goes by, and my self-loathing is right on par with that increase. I'm barely keeping up appearances.

Glad this forum is here. The stories resonate with me obviously. We all have something in common...

So my dealer is a phone call away but I think I'll put in my running shoes and got jog instead.

I am in a very weak, vulnerable place at the moment. Clearly. Thanks for listening...

I'm 27 years old and I have 16 months of absolute sobriety after being a three-time-a-day smoker for 10 years.

It took me a long time to realize the drug had a destructive influence on me. Sure, I was making straight A's and all that, but I could've done so much better. I hid behind my grades to convince myself that I was living life to the fullest, when in fact, I wasn't. I lost many friends due to years-long isolation. I nearly got fired from my college newspaper because I stayed at home and smoked all day. The thing is, I remember a time where I thought to myself, "Screw this. I don't need friends. I've got my best friend right here in this bag."

Turns out, what I thought was my best friend turned into my worst enemy.

I remember the night it happened. There was an argument between my parents and I. I'm not really sure how it started, but it was one in a series of manic, intensely heated arguments that had happened over a couple weeks. Well, suffice to say, they'd had enough. They called the cops and they took me away to an institution. My appearance and hygiene were dead giveaways. I had long, matted hair with a knot in the back. My socks hadn't been changed in 3 days. I gave off an offensive odor, I gave off an offensive attitude.

I'm not gonna bore you with the details of my experience in the psych ward. I'm sure you've all seen One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. many times. But the staff told me one important thing: pot had at least exacerbated my mental symptoms, if not downright caused it. This was a terrifying fact for me. How could a drug like marijuana, which I'd been told time and again was safe and not addictive, have caused all this? This was my first denial defense mechanism. The doctors were nuts; I was right.

Over the course of two more psychiatric hospitalizations, I finally developed awareness. Something had gone wrong with my brain, and that something was, in large part, marijuana. It took over three more years from my first hospitalization to realize I needed to stop. And when I did, I stopped cold turkey. I am no longer terrified of a life without marijuana. I can picture the rest of my life without a gravity-bong hit.

But I still have cravings, and this is why I chose to come to this board. I still need help, and I really relish the opportunity to help those in their first year. And for those who have co-occurring disorders such as schizophrenia or bipolar, I'd really like to get to know you.

Hello,
First-time poster; have stumbled upon this site a couple times over last few months during various attempts to quit and have found it to be very helpful and therapeutic. I do not feel the need to give my full story as it would mirror what so many others have covered, short version is: I smoked daily for 9 years and I have 2 questions maybe someone could answer. After quitting, I usually do NOT struggle with day 1, 2, or 3 as much as I do with days 4-7. I do not know if symptoms get better for me beyond day 7 personally because the longest I have went is 15 days years ago and one symptom (among the others i.e. insomnia, night sweats, etc) that I have is brain pain, and it doesn't seem to subside (the other symptoms did slightly).

The pain is similar to a headache, but I honestly feel like pain of the brain is a better description. I can actually feel my brain pulsating underneath my skull, as if the neurons and receptors in this complex organ are just in disarray and moving in all sorts of directions to try to cope with the lack of THC. Intense exercise makes it go away for an hour or two, as does eating a really healthy meal, but it keeps coming back and is extremely frustrating and painful. Pretty much any activity that naturally releases endorphins will tame the brain pain for a short time, but it keeps coming back.

My 2 questions for any readers who have a thought are as follows:
1) Has anyone else experienced this brain pain as I am describing and possibly found a way to soothe it? How long does it take to subside after quitting cold?
2) Anyone else struggled particularly breaking through days 4-7? Any strategies that helped you once you made it to this point to break through?

Thank you in advanced for any thoughtful replies...

Hey, My name is Kieran and I'm 24 years old. I have been smoking weed since i was 13/14. it started off as occasional use but for the last 6 years it has been a daily habit. 24/7 wake and bake style. i was waking up, hitting a bong before my shower and then a joint on the way into work, then making can pipes at work and sneaking off to the toilers armed with air freshener to smoke. When i would get in from work i would have a bong whilst boiling the kettle. my day would continue like that until i slept and it was time to wake up and start over.

I get that a lot of the threads on here effectively say a lot of the same things but i wanted to post anyway because i have been reading other peoples posts for a few days and now that I've finally ran out of green i think its time to stop. Again, like most people on her, i have tried to give up before loads of times but i have next to no will power and cave at the slightest thought of it. when i don't have smoke i drink like a fish. its sobriety i struggle with. I suffer with depression and although i feel like weed is the cause its also the only thing that truly helps. i get that if i could just stay off it long enough my outlook would most likely change its just getting to that stage is going to be hard work. I think that this site will be a huge factor in getting me there. i see the support and understanding that goes on here and feel like that could be key.

I have so much i would like to talk about, the way my life feels and the numbness i feel to everyone and everything in it but i cant find the words. i have had experiences with voices in my head and "conversations with my inner self" that i would like to explain and get advise on but i don't know how to talk about it. all i know is that what i felt, felt real. i believed that the man in the mirror wasn't me, but a version of me, who told me it was 100% time to stop smoking, but still i continued. i even went through a phase that every time i smoked i would be violently sick, guess what i done? yep, you got it. Just kept on smoking. what kind of mess must my head be in if i kept going knowing that it would literally have me on my knees vomiting?

I haven't smoked any today and am already starting to feel clammy and scared. i cant remember the last time i interacted with somebody truly sober. i struggle with people in general anyway. even when high i just want to rip their heads off, what am i going to be like in the coming weeks/months? My work is night-shift so i have a fairly anti social sleeping pattern which is a good way to avoid people and its only a select group of guys i work with but i would happily kill several of them. i think if i could get away with it i would have already, god knows i fantasize about it enough. Today is the first days of a weeks holiday for me though so i can lock myself away this week and hope to get over the worst of it whilst sheltering myself from any human interaction. i just know that come next sunday when its time for work the fear and paranoia are going to be crippling. i just want to be a healthy guy that looks forward to life instead of this shadow that i am, waiting on a "tragic" accident to befall me or a disease to claim me.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I look forward to reading anything anyone might have to say. Good luck to you all with your personal battles.

Kieran, Day 1.