MY RECOVERY

Postby Asimpleguy » Fri Jun 22, 2018 11:18 am

Hi everyone. First, please excuse my english, I'm french and I do my best to make my words easy to understand.
I just created this tread because reading the ones on this site helped me a lot and I wanted to add my stone to the building.
I'm 26, used to smoke weed for 2 years on a daily basis. At first, it was amazing, it helped me to put myself in a good mood after a breakup with my longtime girlfriend.
Everything got worse when I quit my first job in a bank group to work for another one.
I was so unhappy, had money issues(but always found money to buy weed), I was living in a shitty appartment and started to smoke more and more to the point where I smoked right after waking up.
Few months passed and I had my first panick attack. I was at work and I felt slight wrist pain. I looked at one of these websites about pain etc. and it was indicated that I had symptoms of infarction (pure bs). My heart began to race and I started to get very cold. It was the beginning of my anxiety that followed me for months.
I left that sh** work to rest and started living hell.I was afraid of everything.Fear of dying, of being seriously ill, I started thinking about things that seemed normal to me before weed (The thoughts sometimes a little odd that any human being has) but suddenly I seemed to be the warning signs of a mental illness.
For example, if I hear about a guy who has a senior, I wonder if I can do that too, and keep thinking about it. I was really unhappy because I knew deep down inside Me that I would never have done it, but this withdrawal causes so many doubts and questions that I ended up getting lost in it and being afraid of what I was going to be thinking about negative ideas.
A long period of about six months goes by while I really felt like I was living in hell. I was even afraid to go out alone to my house to buy bread. One day, taking my courage with both hands I started to play sports and enrolled in boxing to let off steam and forget a little my problems. It was one of the best decisions of my life.
Little by little, I began to regain confidence, to feel the ecstasy of a big sport session. So of course, I always felt bad and lost, but I felt that I was in progress, even small. Today, I feel incredibly well, master of myself, of my decisions in life, I thank myself for having had the courage to leave this poison that is the weed. I play sports, I have a great girlfriend, I'm creating a music label, and I could not have done all that by still wasting my time smoking.
But more importantly, I could never have done all that and felt so good without this horrible phase, because it allowed me to question myself millions of times, allowed me to explore in myself , to reveal to me some of my long-buried weaknesses that I have been able to correct and overcome.
What I'm trying to tell you in this message, you who may be going through a period when you feel horribly bad, crazy, paranoid, even surrounded, is that everything in this universe tells us that after blindness comes light: the moon and the sun, winter and spring, etc. The key word is PATIENCE.
I thank you for the attention paid to this thread, which marks for me the end of a difficult time in my life, and the beginning of something that I hope is radiant. I was missing an end, an act that sealed the disappearance of these problems, and I am delighted to share it with you who helped me a lot through your various stories.
Finally, I say to those who suffer to keep hope because you are a bunch of lucky people and you do not even know it. You have the chance to search within you for what you have always missed to be happy, to remedy it and to take a one-way trip for happiness.
Never forget: "He who falls and stands up is always stronger than the one who has never fallen."

YOU ARE LUCKY


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Postby Bagobones » Fri Jun 22, 2018 1:38 pm

Asimpleguy wrote:A long period of about six months goes by while I really felt like I was living in hell. I was even afraid to go out alone to my house to buy bread. One day, taking my courage with both hands I started to play sports and enrolled in boxing to let off steam and forget a little my problems. It was one of the best decisions of my life.
Little by little, I began to regain confidence, to feel the ecstasy of a big sport session. So of course, I always felt bad and lost, but I felt that I was in progress, even small. Today, I feel incredibly well, master of myself, of my decisions in life, I thank myself for having had the courage to leave this poison that is the weed. I play sports, I have a great girlfriend, I'm creating a music label, and I could not have done all that by still wasting my time smoking.

Never forget: "He who falls and stands up is always stronger than the one who has never fallen."

YOU ARE LUCKY


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Salut Asimpleguy. Ca va? Merci beaucoup de nous avoir fait part de votre expérience.

Your english is better than my french. hehe.. Awsome, and I am proud of you!

hear hear! The french guy has something important to share.

He dragged his paranoid, anxiety ridden a*s out of the door and started boxing! And he won.

Boxing is hard. You have training, then you have training where your lying on the floor wanting to die after training. Boxing is the second one.

But not only that. You get trainers that build up your confidence. The fighting trainers are 50 % trainers and 50 % motivators, "shrinks" specialising in building confidence and one of the best support you can get! And you get a social network out of it. A new network away from smoking weed in sofas with your game controllers in your hands..
I am good friends with my thai boxing trainers. But when I am in their gym, they are my coach!

People here have told me that I was lucky and positive during my quit. No I was not. I got my lazy stoner, struggling a*s out of my comfortzone, and hit the Thai Boxing gyms. I hit the Ashtanga yoga shalas. I surfed when on holiday, and trained with philippinos with kali sticks and yaw yaw fighters in the jungle and in Manila. I trained boxing with big Arabs in Dubai.
I hit the Ashtanga yoga shalas in Makati and Davao. I learned to meditate.

Like Asimpleguy here, I won. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done, but it paid off. My positivity did not come for free. It came with liters of my sweat on the gym floors. It came by falling down, humiliating and embarrassing myself a million times and getting up again.

And as Asimpleguy did, I won the princess when I was at my absolutely bottom.. 3 months in with brainfog and no motivation and no libidio.

If you are feeling down and depressed, full of anxiety, you are already at the bottom. You can just as well suffer while running instead of staring at the wall in isolation. The solution is not in the wall anyway, and the world will keep being against you until you DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT...

Merci pour la motivation, Asimpleguy!

I have a few quotes too, from the boxing comunity

It aint how hard you hit, Its all about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving foreward

Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face
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