My doctor thought the two of us had our depression under control, but it became obvious it wasn’tâ€¦ She wanted to up the dose of antidepressants I was taking and add another medicine; I wasn’t feeling well about what I was already taking, but I knew I had to do something.
- I talked to a neighbor who was in holistic health and asked her what she thought; She told me she knew a doctor who would help me get a medical marijuana ID card.
She told me medical marijuana was not an end all, be all cure for depression, but it helpsâ€¦ Before I went on more medication, I thought I should try medical marijuana and asked her to make an appointment with the doctor for me. I also wanted her to go with me for moral support; The doctor asked a lot of questions, did a cursory exam, and looked at the medications I was already taking. She sent the report into the state and told me she thought I was an excellent candidate for medical marijuana. She said I was in charge of whether I should take more medication, although she would wait and try medical marijuana first. Two weeks later, I had our medical marijuana ID card in hand and was heading to the marijuana dispensary. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t what I saw. The dispensary looked care about a small, friendly warehouse, and they had a pharmacist on duty, after showing me strange products that could help with depression, I bought a single and took it home, but for the first time in weeks, I felt I was controlling the depression, and it wasn’t controlling me.