I quit smoking or using nicotine probably around three years ago, I had been using the vaporizers by then, what an efficient and powerful way to deliver the drug to my brain. Anyway, some back story. I had started smoking around 12, back then I could buy them at the store, when I didn’t have money I would just steal my parent’s cigarettes. I used to get my ass beat daily I guess it didn’t work, please parents don’t beat your children!
Moving along I had smoked for 20 something years, 25 maybe? Until one day It didn’t seem like I was getting enough air. I switched over to chew, and vaporizer products after that. Soon after my kid was born, and a few years after that my relationship was in the crapper. I then moved all of our possessions out and back to her parents and mine but before we left I needed to get one last shroom trip in. I should also mention I was having chest pains at the time probably pulled a muscle moving the couch out.
I had found out a few years prior that smoking cessation via magic mushroom trips was a thing, according to a scientific study, a thing that had happened to a good friend of mine as well, it didn’t happen for me on the hundreds of times I took mushrooms prior maybe because I wasn’t aware that they were a tool. A tool to hack your ingrained habits. This night was to be different, it all started out well enough. So the trip starts as it usually does with a wave of fear and anxiety, there’s usually an uncomfortable come up with the magic mushrooms, something I know is going to happen and passes fast. Everything was going swell I was just about through watching the superman movie, that trippy one that’s kind of new but 5 years old? I sat there puffing on my vape when my chest got to aching, I wondered if I were having some stroke or something from the nicotine, I fumbled around in my pockets there were batteries, e cig juices, cartridges..I thought how fucked up is it going to be I’ll die here on mushrooms and that will be that all from smoking too much e juice. As I gasped and clawed at my chest I flung the gear down. Always fucking weighing me down it was! I didn’t die, in a few moments the pain subsided but it was enough, a flash of insight about the time spent making sure I have it, the money, the health problems. I wanted to be here for my kid, I wasn’t ready.
I woke my girlfriend up and she came downstairs, she was very angry she told me not to bother her when I was tripping balls, but I needed company just this one time.
She asked me what the hell was going on as I put all my nicotine gear in a pile on the floor to which I replied “I’m done, I am dying” she didn’t understand, asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital and I said, “ no that’ll just make it worse, it’s like the din mok death touch, it won’t happen tonight but I’m sure one day it’ll happen, besides I haven’t even showered”
I bagged all my gear up and dumped the cats shot box in with it to prevent me from recovering it later. That was 3 years ago, I guess, I never touched nicotine again, it was hard for the first couple of months especially the first three weeks, but I knew it would be. I also knew I could succeed.
So there you go, shroom it up! they are medicinal.
Please if your able to donate to my address, as I am out of work right now, I promise to buy food and not weed with it.
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