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Wild Child: Marijuana: The Ugly, The Good & The Bad

March 25, 2017

Where do I even begin? I have been smoking pot for going on 8 years now and I will never stop smoking until the day I die. So here's my story and I'm sticking to it!


The Ugly

When I was 11, I was held down and raped by 2 male campers at a summer camp. None of the counselors believed me when I told them because “how could an 11 year old possibly know what rape is?” What a fucking joke court was too. The judge tried making it out to be my fault because I “agreed to go play a game alone with the boys”.

Both of the boys mothers' then decided to attack my parents and I for pressing charges. Calling me a slut and a liar, calling my parents liars and saying my parents should have raised me better because then this never would have happened. Then, after I found out my Nona had passed away, I was diagnosed with severe depression/suicidal tenancies, PTSD, anxiety and ADHD. I was put on a barrage of pills and I was a freaking zombie! My friends told me I wasn't myself and they were right. I ended up attempting suicide multiple times. Thankfully, I never succeeded. 


The Good

When I was 16, I tried pot for the first time. I was in love. I felt human again. It was like I had been wearing a bag over my head for years and someone finally took it off. A dark veil had been lifted and I could see again. I actually felt like Taylor again. I was getting better grades in school, I stopped getting into fights and I was no longer considered suicidal. I graduated high school and went to college for a semester and found out that college wasn't for me.

I started working full time and bought myself a car and I was loving life.




The Bad

Things were going smoothly for me. I was making great money and I was in a happy, healthy relationship. I got to play “band groupie” when I wasn't working because I was lucky enough to be dating the lead singer of a local metal band(freaking cool, right?!). I was going to shows almost every weekend, which meant there was copious amounts of liquor and drugs involved. I was on cloud nine and nothing could bring me down...except the cops. How's that song go? Oh yes, “I fought the law and the law won”.

I was driving home the night after a huge, all day, multi-band, backyard music festival, sober with the exception of having smoked a joint before we left. I ended up coming around a corner to see a DUI checkpoint...with 4 heavily inebriated passengers...super! To top it all off, I was driving a teal, 8 passenger conversion van with pot stickers all over it. Not conspicuous at all! My boyfriend at the time ended up getting arrested for violating bail conditions (I had no idea he had been to jail).

The van got searched, they found my $3,000 glass collection (I couldn't keep it at home due to my parents) and an ounce of pot. They made me smash all my pieces on the pavement. Even my baby, a three and a half foot tall, solid glass bong. They slapped me with a $1,000 fine for possession of a useable amount of marijuana, intent to sell or distribute (I didn't even have any other baggies. I was literally going to smoke that whole ounce myself), sale or use of marijuana, possession of paraphernalia and sale or use of paraphernalia.
Now I could rant for days about how I feel about pot but then you'll be here reading for a lifetime. I am so blessed to live in a state that legalized recreational marijuana. It has so many benefits medicinally, as well as hemp being useable for other textiles like paper, fuel, clothing, etc. Medically, marijuana has helped children and adults with things like epilepsy, Parkinson's, cancer, multiple sclerosis, PTSD, depression, anxiety, even eating disorders (Duh! MUNCHIES!). My parents have even told

me, “now that it's legal, we don't care that you smoke weed. Just please do us a favor and make sure you don't reek when you come over!” I almost peed my pants laughing. My mother, the person who made the biggest deal about me smoking pot (Even threw away $500 worth of my personal stash!), was suddenly okay with me smoking pot. Weird.


I guess I will wrap up by saying this: I LOVE MARIJUANA! I believe it should be federally legal to everyone and anyone. If you're using it recreationally, 18 or older only. If you're using it medically, doesn't matter your age, you get the treatment you need.

Thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings and as always, much love LADs and LADies! <3

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