I was raised in the suburbs of a New England town where my parents and family members and even my peers did a wonderful job of making sure I did not do drugs, of ANY kind. My teenage rebellions were small. College brought of course a world of choices. But I still had to be a “good” girl. I couldn’t escape it enough. I went out on a limb but quickly made my way back to what I perceived to be “good girl” status. Flash forward to my falsely confident 20’s to my baby generating 30’s and my health was at the bottom of my list. Through all my decades I fought for “good girl” status. I mean I was riddled with lots of ailments and I was suffering physically and mentally, but that status, that was a core belief of mine however misguided.
Things started to corrupt that core belief when I started falling apart. My allergic reactions amped up into high gear where my hands and torso were a constant source of rashes and discomfort. My anxiety went from ignoring it to a blaring fog horn. My temper was short and my mood was depressed. I went from doctor to homeopath to internet research and was told everything from it was all in my head to let’s put you on thousands of dollars of pharmaceuticals. Friends who have explored alternate relief like marijuana constantly recommended it to me. But I held strong and let’s face it with my type of anxiety and that image of my brain on drugs with the cast iron pan, marijuana would probably not give me the relief I needed.
I finally did find some relief in a great therapist, some needed prescriptions, and a doctor who would listen. But I still struggled. The medicine for my rashes tamed them enough so I could function but I was still in a great deal of discomfort. My anxiety was managed but there were times when it would sock me from left field. My pain was taken care of by ibuprofen, lots of them. I was struggling but thinking this was what I had to do. I was hanging on for dear life to my “good girl” status no matter how much I suffered, no matter how my friends encouraged alternate sources, legal ones even. I still grumpily held firm. Intellectually as hemp based products and in some cases marijuana products became legal through different states in this country I knew it would be helpful. I read the data but inside “Just Say No” shouted at the rooftops. I didn’t finally crack until I was dog sitting a miserable dog. The dog was riddled with anxiety and anger and pain. (It was like a furry mirror but I hope I wasn’t this bad). The owners had CBD treats for him. A dog…was getting CBD treatment and I was suffering. I cracked. Called my friend and got the help and guidance I needed. I haven’t gone back.
CBD products have helped me find relief from acute attacks with both my allergies and my anxiety. I still use pharmaceuticals for my pervasive issues. I still work with a doctor and a therapist. But I have relief and some days joy. And I still have “good girl” status.
Hemp based products can help so many individuals, they are safe and they do not have psychoactive properties. They can help with a variety of ailments. And while I am not a doctor and cannot give medical advice, I can help guide you through the products available to you. Contact me, this “good girl” is here to listen.
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