One of our best friends was killed in a car crash when I was only 18 years old.
I was supposed to be riding lake apartment with the guy when he got into an accident.
The only reason I wasn’t with him is because our mom ended up coming to the game that night and she wanted myself and others to ride lake apartment with her. It was cold, wet, and I see outside. I never thought that would be the last time that I saw our best associate Jack. The guy swerved to avoid a deer in the middle of the road and he hit some black ice and ended up going over a cliff. I couldn’t deal with the accident for several years. As friends and family gathered for the funeral, I retreated into a dark abyss. I didn’t come out of that dark hole until a couple of years ago. My lady forced myself and others to talk to a therapist about the things that I was feeling. The therapist thought I was suffering from PTSD symptoms. She commanded a low dose medical marijuana problem! No low dose medical marijuana product made it easier for myself and others to sleep at night and I didn’t have as several nightmares. The medical marijuana also helps myself and others talk more freely about Jack’s accident and the regret and sadness that I recognize for not being in the car with him that day. My therapist said that everything that I am feeling is normal and she insisted that I continue with medical marijuana for at least a few more months.