Time for a serious 180.
The mamaV who wrote about eating disorders for over a decade is going silent to turn to a new target. If you feel dazed and confused by this news, so sorry, but I’ve gotta follow my passions as they evolve which I am sure you can understand. This blog helped young women and men across the WORLD, and most of all YOU helped ME process and accept my demented modeling past. An achievement I couldn’t have even dreamed of. THANK YOU.
So, what’s the new gig you say?
Medicinal marijuana (MMJ). MMJ is now legal, in one form or another, in 23 of the 50 states of the USA. I am guessing this surprises some of you, perhaps provoking fear and the desire to quickly click away from this site, but I ask you to breathe and think about opening your mind to the possibility that cannabis may provide medicinal value for you, your family or your children.
I am well aware that the decision to publish this post will lead to lost friends, perhaps lost family members, however my belief in this effort supersedes those concerns. The research has simply become too solid to deny (much more to come on this).
I am hoping rest of you are hootin’ and hollering saying its about damn time MMJ is legalized! Regardless of your perspective I respect your choice to either engage yourself in this conversation, or walk away from it briskly if you think marijuana as a medicine its a total crock o’ shit.
Over the past 6 years, I’ve dealt with a multitude of physical problems which threw my life into directions I could have never predicted or imagined. My eternal optimism is continually challenged as I figure out how to live a quality life in sync with chronic pain and suffering. As I did my due diligence evaluating each and every treatment options for my conditions, my options dwindled down to heavy duty pharmaceuticals including every narcotic under the sun, family fave Ritalin, psychiatric horse pills, Parkinson meds although I don’t have Parkinson’s, and the all-new-improved “smart” drugs such as Nuvigil. Tried them all, felt like a pile o crap on all, failed on all.
This reality led me to research on MMJ which started over a year ago due to pure and total desperation to care for myself and my family. My goals are relatively simple;
1) to stay alive
2) to care for my children and family
3) to manage chronic pain and stay awake
4) to educate others on what I have learned about MMJ research, resources, and rigs (ie options for obtaining your MMJ card in legal states, options for taking your medicine, and how to become an advocate if you care to do so).
5) to get back to work
Onward and upward
These goals are a far cry from my life as nationally renowned speaker and business owner, celebrated digital marketing entrepreneur, corporate marketing/IT executive, and fitness fanatic.
Truth is; none of these accomplishments mean jack squat when your physical and mental health is on the line. Our brains simply can not function on constant relentless chronic pain, lack of proper sleep, and a multitude of pills swirling around confusing the situation.
Perhaps there are many out there stronger than I, and I still have all the respect in the world for Western medicine and the amazing doctors who have stuck by my side throughout this ordeal, but this phase of life led me to an all time low. Rock bottom x 20. Next stop… not going there, so let’s talk MMJ.
I believe this lovely nightmare is somehow my journey and purpose. My nature is to make the very best of my life. The insight I learned writing as mamaV for a decade taught me that blogging leads to healing both for the readers and the writer! Blogging as a platform for sharing leads to deep and true friendship and community, something I hold near and dear to my hear.
My advice to other chronic pain suffers is to never ask “why me?” because frankly its a rather selfish statement, yet completely natural to ponder. Asking such a question is basically like saying that someone else deserves my suffering, and no one, absolutely no one on the planet earth deserves to live with chronic pain. The suffering is constant, it takes over your thoughts, just like the ole’ eating disorder did, and it messes with your sanity in a way that can not be described in words.
In a nutshell
If you’d like to learn about medicinal cannabis, stay tuned, posts will be coming fast and furious. You’ll find I use the terms cannabis and marijuana interchangeably based upon my mood. The plant no doubt comes with stigma so the advocacy community and marketers believe that calling it “cannabis” elevates it in the court of public opinion and helps people accept it is in fact medicine. Seems kinda fake to me so I’ll bobble around with terminology until I figure out where I stand on this.
However, lets me be clear – marijuana is indeed a problematic recreational drug, that I do not fully endorse. Reason being the pot of today, is not the pot of my youth. The psychoactive THC can be upwards of 20% in todays strains, where back in my day strains only held 3-5% THC. Further, consumption has expanded to new forms of intake including shatter and dabbing that allow the user to become higher than anything I care to imagine. On the flip side, I believe alcohol and pharmaceuticals are just as dangerous when used recreationally so we really can’t win in this arena so I’m going to steer clear of the topic altogether since these types of discussions only serve to distract from my goal to learn and educate others on the latest MMJ research.