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Medical cannabis for chronic depression from Arden
I could never have went out tonght without Donna and /using no taxis without my good lady friend Mary Jane….a cruel fucking mistress she can be.
In the time before I started using medical quality cannabis for my depression, a depression I have suffered from since childhood, was not a nice place.
The times I have been without access or cash for quality medical cannabis, is time spent in the fetus position under the covers until society comes to a halt at night times with minimal human contact, not even grandkids cuddles will dent the snowballing thoughts
I wish I could close ma eyes and it all go away. There are times when even medical cannabis will not work and I need to be unconscious at these times, mostly via medical cannabis as I ain’t allowed sleeping pills any more.
The effect from Smoking has an instant effect, far to long to explain tonght. However without it, I don’t like thinking about that.
I am currently working on a project trying to write a short story about a revolution with its genisis in Glasgow.
I believe my short story will be a blue print for a real revolution set in our universe and this is where the paranoia rears its bastard head, the establishment have no mercy in the assassination of those who are a danger to it and as I already have been burdened with suicide thoughts and associated pish since I can remember, would make me an easy victim.
Now here is where the medical cannabis comes in. When am feeling like this which is a lot of the time, especially being out, well two medical joints in quick succession does help as I give not one fuck and make my way home with the only fear being a whitey.
Note to readers
Had to debark from a bus last year one such day to empty my stomach via my nose in a violent whitey, all while the bus people watched. Flagged doon a fast back home but driver had seem the pile of medical cannabis induced vomit and said nit today sunshine. Gave him the vicky as he drove away.
The picture Translates.
death to the bourgeois