Sorcery is condemned in the bible, but I don't believe medicine is.
And that is it, simply....but beyond that, not so simple for some.
What is everyone’s opinion on smoking weed? I have suffered from bad anxiety for years and it’s only gotten worse this past year. It’s staring to turn into depression. I found that weed is the only thing that calms me down. I only smoke it maybe twice a week but it relieves my anxiety so much and I feel like I can live a normal life again. I think it’s better than living off of pharmaceutical meds that make you a living zombie. I also work in the medical field and truely believe that all pharmaceuticals are poison for your body. To me weed is safer and natural.
The tough part can be discerning why we do it, and being honest with ourselves. Do I just like it, or no matter what I do and after giving other things or even nothing a try, do I still feel my life is so affected by my issue, I must do something?
First I smoked pot all my life up to 3 or 4 yrs ago until I realized that just wasn't going to cut it with God, not even close. However it was not medicine to me, I just liked it, and not only that, if one is a grower, the perks can be great. You got all these friends, plenty of money, everything the devil has to offer. In the end my bible made me very aware of reality (I actually always was aware)now the friends are gone, I still get by ok, but have peace of mind, and that's whats really important.
But that was just a little history, much of which may or may not be here nor there for you, Mizm. The following is more in line with your situation.
6 to 8 yrs ago, I got with a pain manager, and got on a lot of fentanyl just prior to knee surgery. After the surgery I started weening off, no problem, but that last stage (from 175mci to 25mci), left me depressed when getting off it completely. I guessed the reason why but nothing I could do about it. I finally told myself you have to get off 100% and give your body time to adjust, so I did, for 18months....18 months of sheer depression, it had to be clinical...no doubt. I wasn't going to end my life but for all intents and purposes it was ended, so there didn't seem to be that much point in suffering...that bad. Anyway I put myself back on tramadol, about the lowest form of narcotic there is and it worked, I was alive again, and have at least coped for the last several years.
Point being, it's easy for me to just get on to someone for "doing drugs" but I can't in your case. I guess the prior was my showing how serious a matter it was to me to make sure I was doing right by God, and that there was a point where, I could do nothing for him or me if I didn'y take steps, so I did. I'm now dealing with what I think is the cause of the depression as I may be able to do something about it now...I'll just have to see how it goes.
In short, make darned sure you absolutely need it to function and are not using it to make a normal life, with it's normal problems, easier.
Now I'm just sounding corny but it works here...To thin own self be true.