My mother came into the house the other day, and she was upset about smelling marijuana.
She knew I used marijuana, and I had been using it since I was a teenager. I had depression and the legalization of marijuana gave me the ability to use marijuana as a natural medication. My mom still didn’t like the idea of me using marijuana, but I hadn’t had a manic episode for three years. When she realized how much marijuana I had in the house, she freaked. According to laws of Albuquerque, NM, as a medical marijuana patient, I could have as much marijuana as I wanted, in my home. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, and I didn’t have a huge amount of marijuana, but more than my mother thought I should have. I told her that if she didn’t like how much marijuana I used or had in the house; she didn’t need to visit. I knew I hurt her feelings, but every time she comes to my house, I get a reprimand about using medical marijuana. The funny part about me using medical marijuana is that she was the one who took me to the doctor to get it. She was happy we lived in Albuquerque, NM, where she could get medical marijuana to help with my depression. I just don’t understand why she gets so anxious about my marijuana use when she was the agreed with my doctor for it to be part of my depression arsenal.