Written By: Brittany Flynn
Crisis had been my daily experience every three months or so for the past two years. Hospitalizations, psychiatrists, Lithium, endless bloodwork, and running to the nearest garbage can to throw up in was my day to day existence.
I had to review my thought processes constantly, wondering in every social circumstance, “can these people tell I’m not normal?’ In a situation that seemed completely hopeless, I found a glimmer of haven in cannabis.
The connection between mental illness and cannabis remains shady and controversial. Some of my doctors have cried out in horror when I admitted to using THC and CBD in my daily regimen. Other medical professionals have said (I am not exaggerating) “ Do WHATEVER it takes to keep your pills down”. While the research is certainly mixed, this opportunity to describe my experience with cannabis was, in my eyes, a way to give back to cannabis for all the ways it has helped me.
Have you seen the commercial for Latuda, a fairly new bipolar depression drug? I’m on it. 160 mg is the highest dose you can take safely and that’s my dose. Have you heard of Lithium? That one I know you have heard of. I am on 900 mg of that. Add a mood stabilizer, anti-anxiety medications, and zero interest in food and you get horrible stomach aches, muscle pain, headaches, forgetfulness, and IBS. These are the bad side effects of these medications. The upside to taking over ten psych pills a day when you’re bipolar is sometimes you don’t want to die.
ON A GOOD DAY I MAY EVEN HAVE THE ENERGY TO GET IN THE CAR AND BLOW SOME MONEY AT TARGET.
I grew up on Long Island, New York, a place where cannabis remains illegal. I went to college in Boston where at the tender age of 17 I started to experiment with drugs. When I tried cannabis I wasn’t blown away by it. I felt a little loopy but it was missing that unbelievable scary rush that hard drugs give you so it wasn’t my first choice. However I loved that there was no hangover, I had an appetite (something I struggled with daily due to a history of eating disorders) and it made orgasms amazing.
HOWEVER, I KNEW THAT CANNABIS COULD GET YOU ARRESTED SO THAT WAS PRETTY MUCH WHERE THE RELATIONSHIP ENDED.
When I moved to Northern California at the age of 27, the concept of “getting in trouble for weed” was a non-issue. I was free to experiment and I tried everything. Dabs, bowls, joints, edibles, vapes, soaks, and ointments. I decided I loved cannabis but I didn’t realize my future as a Weed Mental Illness Goddess was yet to come. The fun came crashing down when I was diagnosed with Bipolar 2 and Borderline and was put in an outpatient program for my mental health because I was not gonna survive life's circumstances. Even though I had a prescription for cannabis the program encouraged patients to be “substance” free, guaranteeing me that I would feel so much better with the THC out of my system.
THIS WAS THE WORST PHYSICAL EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE.
Without the THC and CBD in my system, I felt like my insides were eating themselves. My moods were in check because I was in a luxury rehab with painting and sound baths but I could not take a 5-minute walk without throwing up on my shoes. This made life impossible and pretty gross. I tried everything anybody would recommend- alkaline water, Zofran, Dramamine, ginger, even shots of pickle juice.
Over and over I ended up in the hospital with severe pain that I thought would kill me. That was the end of the ‘substance-free’ life for me.
My mother was visiting me while I was in treatment and I was crying in bed begging her and my boyfriend to not make me eat breakfast. My boyfriend looked at me and when my mother had her back turned he handed me a vape pen and I inhaled feeling like the biggest failure in the world … ten minutes later I was begging them to take me to the movies so I could watch Disney's “Coco”.
I GUESS YOU COULD SAY THAT WAS THE MOMENT THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING.
No one can tell me now that using cannabis for bipolar and borderline is wrong.
I could shed endless examples of how weed has helped me, even when they told me it wouldn't, but that would just be ridiculous. It's not for everyone. I bet for some people being high will suck, but for me, it's about having some semblance of normal life, even if that means frequent vape breaks and edibles for long passenger car rides.
FOR MORE WONDERINGS BY BRITTANY OR TO FOLLOW HER JOURNEY OF USING CANNABIS FOR BIPOLAR AND BORDERLINE, CHECK OUT HER TUMBLR HERE.
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