Sike! I don’t get high…Anymore. I used to smoke weed religiously. Let’s just say for every time I stand up to pray(which is 5x a day), that’s how many joints I sparked up on a daily basis. I proudly embraced this addiction for a good 7 years. Talk about high times. I’m not trying to encourage anyone to use drugs. I actually would like to invite you all to a healthier habit.
Speaking from the heart of a woman who was once seriously committed to pot, no one could have ever convinced me that something better than marijuana existed. I self medicated with weed. Mary Jane was my knight in shining armor. Always there to rescue me from the horrors of reality. Of course I know better now. While getting high relieves you of your stress temporarily, life will be right there, ready to slap you in the face when you come back down. In reality you never escaped, you were just blissfully procrastinating. If you would like something more concrete to soothe your soul, I have a suggestion. Listen to Qur’an.
What a beautiful alternative to wasting your money and damaging your lungs. I’m not a doctor or a psychiatrist, so follow my advice at your own risk. All I can do is share what has been beneficial for me. I mentioned earlier that I thought I would never find a substitute for weed. I lied, because I never looked. I was content with being a pothead. I think, like so many others, I associated getting high with being cool. Let me tell you, there is nothing cool about being a smoked out, lazy-minded, nonchalant individual. Nowadays I’m at ease with myself. If I’m in a funk I read or listen to Qur’an. Qur’an gets me lifted like no narcotic known to man ever could. Besides, there is no “coming down” or nasty side effect from listening to the word of God. I love it.
I felt the need to share those thoughts with you all. I had just finished enjoying a beautiful recitation of Surah (chapter)
“He Frowned.” The coolness I felt was reminiscent of that “floating on cloud 9” feeling I used to chase, only without the smoke and coughing.