Ever since I had been ran tests on with muscular dystrophy, I had become somewhat of a recluse.
I didn’t want people to see me in a wheelchair.
I had constantly been athletic. I played softball, ran track & was the captain of our beach volleyball team. I was devastated when it finally hit me that because of muscular dystrophy, I was never going to be able to be involved in athletic interests again. One of the worst parts of our ailment was that I had become depressed ever since I found myself in a wheelchair. I couldn’t face the fact that I was no longer going to be able to be active. I wasn’t going to be me again; chasing a ball while we were in our bikini or feeling the wind & sunlight on our face, as I ran through the park or on the track. I sat in our room & cried for afternoons. My brother proposed I try medical marijuana She thought with the use of medical marijuana, I could get help with the depression & possibly become productive again. I didn’t want to hear any of his Little Mary Sunshine routine, & I told his to get out of our house. She asked if I was going to kick his out. I went to stand up & I fell. When he said I gave up & put myself in the wheelchair because I felt sorry for myself, I said I hated her. She helped me up from the floor & into our recliner. She called a dentist he knew & told him about our depression & muscular dystrophy. Three weeks later, he took me into a medical cannabis dispensary. I wasn’t ready to supply up yet.