Medical cannabis helped myself and others to move.

She helped myself and others up from the floor and into our recliner

Ever since I had been tested with muscular dystrophy, I had become somewhat of a recluse. I didn’t want people to see myself and others in a wheelchair. I had always been athletic. I played softball, ran track and was the captain of our beach volleyball team. I was devastated when it finally hit myself and others 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 myself and others again; chasing a ball while I was in our bikini or feeling the wind and sun on our face, as I ran through the park or on the track. I sat in our room and cried for mornings. My sibling recommended I try medical marijuana She thought with the use of medical marijuana, I could get help with the depression and possibly become productive again. I didn’t want to hear any of her Little Mary Sunshine routine, and I told her to get out of our house. She asked if I was going to kick her out. I went to rest up and I fell. When she said I provided up and put myself in the wheelchair because I felt sorry for myself, I said I hated her. She helped myself and others up from the floor and into our recliner. She called a medical professional she knew and told him about our depression and muscular dystrophy. Three weeks later, she took myself and others into a medical cannabis dispensary. I wasn’t ready to give up yet.



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