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“Step One is about honesty, about giving up our delusions and coming to grips with reality. We had to look honestly at our relationship with marijuana and its effect on our lives.”
– Life with Hope, first edition, page 1
Our fellowship starts with honesty. Honesty is like gravity. Once I can be truly honest with what using pot has done to my life, honesty will pull me out of my delusional state; it is the first step to returning me to sanity. The addict that lives inside wants to get me to use. The addict wants to convince me that marijuana is not a problem and that I need it to function.
I thought that I needed marijuana to be happy, to be sad, to go to sleep, to go to the movies, to go to dinner, to get on a plane, to be the first thing I did in the morning and to even wake up in the middle of the night to smoke it too. Honestly, I was trapped in a thick smoke of delusion. I had become a slave to marijuana and I almost lost everything just so I could smoke. I finally realized that losing everything just for that one thing (that joint) was truly insane!
Final thought: Today, I have decided to give up that one thing (marijuana) so I can have everything! It’s honestly a sense of freedom that gets me higher than weed ever could.
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