My medical professional thought we had our depression under control, but it became apparent it wasn’t! He wanted to up the dose of antidepressants I was taking and add another medicine, but i wasn’t feeling well about what I was already taking, but I knew I had to do something.
I talked to a buddy who was in holistic health and asked his what he thought. She told myself and others he knew a medical professional who would help myself and others get a medical marijuana ID card. She told myself and others medical marijuana was not an end all, be all cure for depression, but it helps; Before I went on more medication, I thought I should try medical marijuana and asked his to make an appointment with the medical professional for me. I also wanted his to go with myself and others for moral support. The medical professional asked a lot of questions, did a cursory exam, and looked at the medications I was already taking. He sent the report into the state and told myself and others he thought I was an excellent candidate for medical marijuana. He said I was in charge of whether I should take more medication, but he 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 like a small, friendly warehouse, and they had a pharmacist on duty, after showing myself and others unusual products that could help with depression, I obtained 1 and took it home; For the first time in months, I felt I was controlling the depression, and it wasn’t controlling me.