As I’ve written previously, the urge to smoke weed, eat it, or otherwise consume it vanished suddenly around a month into daily meditation. I didn’t quit weed. Weed quit me and I’ve been marijuana free ever since. As I’ve mentioned, it’s a different experience with alcohol and beer.
My wife asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was helping the local wildlife experience a higher state of consciousness. She didn’t get it. I couldn’t help but to laugh at the thought of some rat or other critter stumbling across these delectable cannabis candies.
Let me begin by saying that I’m not suggesting those with drinking problems run out to the candy aisle and binge on sugar until they’ve given themselves diabetes. You should never change your diet without the advice of a dietician or your doctor (okay, now that my lawyers feel better, let’s continue).
My inclination to drink beer is diminishing. It is not completely eradicated like marijuana, but the desire to not drink is gaining power over the once ever present desire to drink.
Most victories rang hollow. As I grew older, drinking and smoking pot became my way of coping with the emptiness. These things filled a void inside me. I sought comfort in the external, in mind altering substances. Until they themselves became empty.