There is a huge piece of me that can’t believe we are living in this time and that people still somehow believe that alcohol is harmless and acceptable in society, while cannabis is still the big, green, stinky, delinquent that will cause people to rape, thieve and murder.
***This article is my two cents on the entire matter. I still have a glass of organic mead or wine or beer now and then. The preservative in mass produced alcohol is disgusting. This is how I’ve found it for me anyway. I’m also not calling anyone who enjoys a drink, an alcoholic. I’m a big believer in moderation. My issue is solely with the idea that one surely impairs us to harms way while the other empowers us to heal.***
I have often wondered why it’s not apparent to the masses that alcohol impairs all of our logic and critical thinking, causing one to make some pretty horrible errors in judgement. Everything from that one night stand that comes back nine months later, to that line of cocaine you would have never done if you actually had your wits about you. Alcohol would be my first choice if asked what I thought the true ‘gateway’ drug was. The worst thing that cannabis has caused me to do is share a pie with my husband. To be fair, it was homemade, by me and it was pecan. It’s also not something I do, (eat a half of a pie) often. Once this year…maybe once a year…hmmm…I wonder. Off topic…imagine that :P
What do you do to unwind? For most people, they like to sit down after a long day and enjoy a nice cold beer or glass of wine, or something to that effect. Perhaps it’s a glass of scotch, I have no idea really.
Personally,for me, I don’t really like to drink anymore. I used to, before it truly began to harm me. I used to go out to unwind and have fun. I also used to like to drown out pain and I used to like to forget certain eminent issues like stress, bills, life, society’s expectations piling up on me. That used to be who I was. Someone masking the pain of things and pretending life was a Karaoke bar every Friday night to ‘escape’. $20 will buy a pitcher and a round of shots for your friends…when a group goes out…that’s a LOT of pitchers and shots. All day Saturday, you suffer. If you really tied one on then Sunday was a write-off too. The known hangover cure was lots of water and a joint. (Advil for those intolerable hangover headaches and Advil kills more people than cannabis which has killed no one) This behavior is socially acceptable and is the dangerous norm.
At some point I realized that the pain wasn’t worth it for me. That I didn’t need alcohol to loosen up, I was pretty open and putting myself out there. I didn’t need a beer and a shot to sing, I sang all the time. I didn’t need a night out at the bar to feel better as it most certainly didn’t make me feel better in the end. It almost always made me feel worse.
That’s when I promised myself to stop binge drinking because it wasn’t worth it. I was a cranky mess the next few days and incredibly over-emotional. So it would be fair to say that ‘tying one on’ for fun and social reasons, just wasn’t worth it. Then one night last summer I had ONE glass of wine….and I hurt horribly with a hangover that lasted for 2 days. Then there was the time last winter I drank a bottle of wine and 2 shots. Two days later I think I was able to keep some soup down. My attitude was poor, to say the least. It just wasn’t fun anymore.
Alcohol interferes with my hormones and causes chemical imbalances. I once went to the doctor, years ago, he was a psychiatrist. I wanted help for severe mood issues associated with PMS. I told him that I refused to take any of their medication as I saw that it was all poison. He was a lovely man and he sat me down and actually spoke with me. He suggested that I, and all women, should refrain from alcohol the week prior to my cycle, exercise more and eat clean, healthy food, nothing processed. Sooner or later I realized that alcohol just effects me poorly and that I shouldn’t be drinking anything except for the odd glass of organic mead, beer or wine. Nothing with the preservatives in anything you will find mass produced today. Even then, I stick to sipping and truly enjoying that one glass without regret or trauma. It really is a wonderful treat.
Even still, not many seemed to understand why I had stopped drinking. Often I would have that token one glass of wine just to not insult my friends. Which is really stupid isn’t it? They’re my friends! I’m sure they don’t care in the end whether I drink or not. The truth was, that some of them did care. I don’t now why or what changed, I can only guess and I’d rather not. That all being said, let’s get back to some hard facts concerning what I’m talking about here.
It’s completely legal to drink…to self-medicate with a substance which is harmful and dangerous, like alcohol.
Alcohol=poor judgement in who we’re sharing our bed with
Alcohol=drowning in one’s own vomit from poisoning.
Do I need to continue?
Now let’s talk about what I wish I could enjoy without fear of a Children’s Service Worker showing up at my door to take my children from me. Cannabis.
Cannabis=NO DEATH TOLL EVER....
…nope, nothing to add.
Oh wait, yes there is something to add.
It cures cancer, is fantastic pain maintenance with no side-effects, manages epilepsy, aids in ADHD cases, cures skin conditions, IBS, diabetes, arthritis, glaucoma, migraines, nausea, PMS, Hepatitis C, Glaucoma, Multiple sclerosis, cerebral palsy, Spinal cord injuries, Crohn’s dis, Fibromyalgia, Parkinson’s disease, Depression, Post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)….just to name a very few!
They call us hippies, stoners, druggies even! My own father, addicted to more pharmaceuticals than I can ever imagine ingesting in a lifetime, never mind a day, has called me a druggy for smoking a joint in the evenings after the kids have gone to bed. While he washed his pill box contents down with a beer or a rum and coke!
Reefer Madness (linked below) was the most disgusting, socially damaging programming of it’s time. Every last bit of it false and every last bit of it fear inducing propaganda. So many years later people still believe in it’s lies. People are still afraid of this wonderful plant!
Myself and so many other moms out there that I am friends with, cannot freely express what we do without fear of retaliation. Not that it’s stopping any of us from staying true to who we are and working towards removing the shame from such an honest and healthy plant that heals. Sure it can be used for recreational purposes, and still, it would never cause the deaths, illnesses and devastation that alcohol does.
After reading a blog this morning, that I had bookmarked and forgotten about (linked below) I was moved to write this one. To maybe go a bit further into this from my own perspective. Did you know that one weed cookie acts like Valium, or a mild sedative anyway…that it will calm your nerves without feeling a chemical blast of hell in your gut? Same with pain…it surely won’t bind up your insides the way codeine and it’s relatives do. It won’t impair you like alcohol. Won’t stimulant you like a steroid. Won’t pollute our earth like fossil fuels, textiles, paper mills…oh did I go off on another tangent? Sorry about that. I’ll stay focused.
We’re forced to hide in shadows. We’re like the new witches being burned at the stake. All because we know how to heal ourselves but the King doesn’t think we should have the right to practice such sorcery that might be bad for the business of his Highness. Not that he’s high or anything but maybe he should be?
The Emperor Wears No Clothes by Jack Herer (PDF)
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When I am in pain an edible helps in a way that no other pain medication ever could begin to treat. When I have a stomach ache, one small toke of a joint helps to calm it. When my nerves are shot and this little plant offers me a miracle that causes no harm, no adverse side-effects. Can the pharmaceutical companies promise me the same results? If I get cancer, will their options of medication heal me, or kill me? I’m afraid with chemotherapy, the numbers speak for themselves.
I’m a mom, a wife, a sister, friend, a writer, wild-crafter, and so much more than what society would rather label me as: your common dope-head. Can you see me? Or am I that invisible to the unforgiving eye of society?
All I know is that I don’t feel like I am doing anything wrong. That my instincts tell me I’m OK, that the case studies vindicate me and that the people fighting for their rights and mine are all on the same page. FREE THE WEED!
Below is the original article I had read that sparked this one to some extent.
Author: Cari-Lee Miller
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