Recovering From Hashish-All you need is self discipline and lots of love and affection

What I am about to tell you is a real story concerning me. Please keep this confidential.

I got into this addiction when I was towards the end of my high school. Back then I and my friends were stupid enough to try out all crazy stuffs. One such crazy stuff that we tried was smoking pot.

It just started out as an experiment to see what the effects were: just to get a feel of what it has to provide. At first, I felt it was quite strong and didn’t like it that much. It was good but I did not feel that great.

A week later, my friend got more of it. He insisted that I try it out once again. I denied his offer replying that I did not like it that much. He kept on insisting, saying that it will feel really great this time. That’s where everything went wrong.

I smoked pot once again. After some time, I started feeling completely relaxed. It was like I was in a completely new world. I was not aware of anything around me. It felt like all my problems had vanished. I started feeling funny and liked it a lot. I don’t know what happened next.

The next thing I knew was my teacher shouting at my ears asking me what was wrong with me. I somehow gained some sense and said I was not well and wanted to go home. Don’t ask me how but I managed to get myself safely to home. I went to my room straight away and dozed off. I was knocked out cold for about 4 to 5 hours.

My parents questioned me about my early return from school later that evening. I lied that I had a bad headache and the teacher permitted me to go home.

From that day onwards, I started having craving for pot. And to add fuel to the fire, my friend started supplying it to me at constant intervals. First he gave it freely, but later when he knew that I was totally addicted to it, he started charging me.

I spent all my pocket money on buying pot and when that was not enough, I started stealing from my dad’s wallet. This went on for quite some time. I got deeper and deeper into the addiction.

One day I was in my room smoking pot. I think I took an overdose and passed out cold. The next thing I realized was my parents standing next to me. My dad had a furious look on his face. My mom was sobbing loudly and next to me on the table was the remaining pot.

I felt as if the whole world had come crashing on me. I just closed my eyes and prayed that this was all just a terrible nightmare. My mom was crying all day and my dad was still furious with me. They ignored me and would not even talk to me. I felt really terrible. I somehow gathered courage, went up to my dad and told him how sorry I was for everything I had done and promised him I would never do it again.

He asked me for how long was I into smoking pot. I told him the truth: nearly 8 months. My dad was shocked. I think he controlled his rage somehow. My parents then lectured me on all the ill-effects it would cause: not only on me but also on everyone I loved. How I was going on ruining my life and how much it had hurt them to see me in that condition.

I felt really ashamed about myself. I was praying that the ground below me open up and swallow me whole into the depths of the underworld. At the end of it my dad told me that he and my mom would do everything to bring me out of this addiction.

After 2 days, my dad took me to a person and explained him my situation. I later found out that he was also an addict before and he was now completely out of his addiction. He was now helping others get out of this addiction. Everyday after school, I had to go to his place. He initially asked a lot of questions about me: what I felt about myself, how I felt about my life and my near and dear ones. He then told me that if I really wanted to get over this addiction, he would require my full support. It would work out only if was truly honest with myself.

He started teaching me meditation and to look into my inner self. I started understanding myself and my life. Everyday for an hour or so I would sit down quietly at a place, do slow breathing exercises to free my mind. It started to lighten my mind.

I started noticing a change in my parent’s behavior towards me. They started showing more care and affection towards me. They would ask me about my daily activities at school everyday and encouraged to share all my feelings with them. All this started to lighten up my life.

I slowly started to get over my addiction. To my luck, high school came to an end and the friend who supplied me pot all this time left for another town.

Everytime I had a craving for smoking pot, I would eat fruits, chocolates or drink loads of water: basically anything that would fill me up completely, take my mind away from it and give me a feeling of being completely full.

I even resolved to pray daily and attend any de-addiction sessions held around my neighbourhood, with a close watch to make sure that no-one I knew saw me going to these sessions.

It really helped me a lot and finally I am now completely out of my addiction. A piece of advice to fellow addicts: life has more to offer you than what smoking pot, drinking, boozing or watching porn can offer you.

All these addictions are like an unquenchable fire: the more you feed it the more it grows and stronger the addiction becomes.

So the faster you get out of it, the safer and easier. Your family and friends love you, they need you. Don’t get yourself into any such stuff. Don’t resolve to drugs if you are into depressions. There is no solution that it can provide. It only worsens your present condition. There’s no trouble that cannot be solved.

Try talking about it to your family and friends. If no one is ready to listen to you, please contact me. I would do whatever possible to help you out of your addiction. I am open to listen to any thing you want to discuss with me.

I do not promise that I will solve your problem but trust me “I will always be there to listen to it and offer whatever advice possible.” Please, just don’t get yourself into this mess. Trust me you will never like it and the worst part of it is that even though you hate it you wouldn’t be able to give it up that easily. Please don’t do it.