I have PTSD.
When my mom passed away, nobody thought anything about my staying with my father.
He was my dad, and it was only right that he should be the one to bring me up. Nobody thought about the fact that my dad had once been brought up on charges for molesting a 10-year-old girl. Although those charges had been dropped by mom, that didn’t mean it didn’t happen. That 10-year-old girl was me, and I was only 13 when mom died. I locked my door and stayed in my room whenever he was home. I would beg to go to friend’s houses on the weekend. I knew that staying home with him was going to end up badly, because it had already happened twice more. Dad was killed in a car accident when I was eighteen, and although physically I breathed a sigh of relief, mentally, I was a mess. Every time a man approached my daughter’s even if it was their dad, I would panic. My psychiatrist told me I could benefit from medical marijuana. I could control my fear and anxiety by using marijuana products. I was afraid marijuana, even medical marijuana, would make me more paranoid, but the doctor said it wouldn’t. They had to give me the proper medical marijuana products to help with my PTSD. Within three months, I could control mouldy anxiety when I saw my husband hug our daughters. Medical marijuana hasn’t just helped me with my anxieties, but it has also helped our family relationship. I am grateful to the psychiatrist who recommended medical marijuana for me.