I hadn’t lived in the town long before I realized I needed to get marijuana for myself.
I thought I had obtained enough to get me through at least a month after our move.
I either figured out our usage incorrect, or I had used more because of the stress, than I normally would. I found the address to the local marijuana dispensary, however when I got the address into our GPS, it said there was no address to be found. I didn’t believe if the marijuana dispensary had moved, or if the address on our phone was wrong. I tried calling the phone number to the cannabis dispensary, however no one answered. I was thinking I would need to go out of the town to get our marijuana items. I hated getting the car, however I didn’t believe what else I could do. Without weed, I was one large bundle of energy. I remember how our family would hide from me when our anxieties got bad, and I was quickly getting to that point. I wanted to hide in the closet, or do something even more drastic. I had to get our marijuana products so I could relax and start getting rid of the bad thoughts that were building inside. Before I had a full-blown anxiety attack, I asked our neighbor if he could tell me how to go to the local cannabis dispensary. He smiled and said I wasn’t looking too good and asked if I wanted him to take me there. He was just getting ready to take a trip to the cannabis dispensary for his own marijuana products.