There is Hope for the Doctor in Recovery

Written by, Anonymous

I’m a marijuana addict in recovery, and I am also a physician. I have struggled with my addiction in secrecy for my entire life, with not even my sister knowing the extent of my use. I lived a double life—one where I was a “goody-two-shoes” and “smarty pants” and the other where I was a lonely and depressed stoner. The longer I kept this going, the more stressed I became, because I didn’t even know who I was or what I wanted. How could I advise my patients to quit their addictions when I myself was addicted and didn’t know how to quit? I had been high for so long that I didn’t know if I was smoking because I hated my life and had to get stoned in order to get through my day, or if I had let my addiction take control over me and it was ruining me. I was self-sabotaging.

I remember going to work high, caring for patients high, and even doing a lumbar puncture high. I put my patients in danger. I put my career in danger. All because I just wanted to get high. I skipped lectures and meetings in order to get high. Called out sick from work because I was too tired from getting high the day before, so then I’d smoke some more. It was an endless loop. For so long, I was able to maintain my smoking habit and achieve greatness, but I felt miserable and couldn’t enjoy the fruits of my labor. I felt invisible because nobody seemed to notice that I was high all the time, which made me feel like nobody cared about me or how I was really doing. I isolated myself. I felt useless, hopeless, and suicidal. Nothing mattered to me anymore. I had to take a leave of absence from my residency training in order to get help with my addiction, which truly was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I was scared that I was going to get fired from my job and lose everything that I had worked so hard to gain through years of sacrifice to completing 12+ years of higher education and working 80+ hours per week.

It was at that point that I learned about MA, and my life has been changed ever since. I now feel hopeful for the first time in a long time. My motivation is coming back. My desire to serve is coming back. I don’t feel like killing myself constantly anymore. I can wake up and go to work without feeling so overwhelmed and anxious that I call out sick in order to smoke weed. I can enjoy my hobbies without being stoned. I have been freed, and I want to remain free. By sharing my story, I hope that I encourage other healthcare professionals to speak up about their addiction to marijuana, so that we can all get better. I believe in this program, because it’s helped me so much already.

One day at a time.

Published in A New Leaf – July 2026

  • Heard in a Meeting

    Published By A New Leaf – December 2025

    Heard in a Meeting
  • Goodbye Weed

    Written By Gwynedd T. Hello there old friend, It’s been about a month since we last spoke. I’ve been thinking about you lately. I remember the first time we met. You scalded my throat and burned me from within, coating my mind and heart with a false sense of security. You made me feel like…

    Goodbye Weed
  • From Bad to Worse

    Written By Christine L. Cannabis—at first harmless. A little flower lifted my mood, made me feel alive. My ex-husband and I partied, laughed, lived freely in the US. Later, alone, I used it spiritually, searching for God, the Goddess within me. I thought I’d found my true nature. I felt guided by spirit. Wrong. My…

    From Bad to Worse
  • When Darkness Returns

    Written By Cheryl B. I have laid cairns—builtstone by stone,hard-earned. They lightwhen the darknessreturns—my footsteps—and others—illuminatingwhat you were onceunwillingto see. Look ahead.Glance up the path. The way isbrightly lit.Just whose stepsshow the wayis of nosignificance. Published By A New Leaf – December 2025

    When Darkness Returns
  • My Stepping Stones: A Personal Journey Through the Twelve Steps of Marijuana Anonymous

    Written By Brian B. When I first walked into the rooms of Marijuana Anonymous, I was searching for a new way of life. Recovery felt overwhelming but also full of possibility. At my very first meeting, called Grown as Men, newcomers were given a simple gift: a virtual white stone. That small image of a…

    My Stepping Stones: A Personal Journey Through the Twelve Steps of Marijuana Anonymous
  • Dear Sativa

    Written By, Jade N. Dear Sativa, I’ve been trying to find the right words and the courage to say that I am not in love with you anymore. You have given me some of my best times, and some of my worse times. Yes, you helped me medicinally get off of opiates and alcohol, but…

    Dear Sativa