The dispensary looked like a small, friendly warehouse, and they had a pharmacist on duty
My doctor thought we had my 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. I wasn’t feeling well about what I was already taking, but I knew I had to do something. I talked to a friend 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 helps. 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. He sent the report into the state and told me 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 my 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 me different products that could help with depression, I bought one and took it home. For the first time in months, I felt I was controlling the depression, and it wasn’t controlling me.