Just recently, I got admitted to Montevista, a private mental hospital. During my time there I was told that my uncle has Schizophrenia and I'm showing signs of it. It's in my genes.
The doctor told me that my pot use was only making my depression and schizo symptoms worse. I of course said fuck the doctor and smoked when I got home anyway.
After a bit, I got a vivid hallucination of me in a park sitting on a bench next to a girl in a red shirt and blonde hair. The weather was nice with a cool breeze. For those two seconds, I was actually a little happy. But then I keep getting waves of major, major depression. And I cry spontaneously. And I haven't cried for years.
The waves last a few minutes. Then I return to normal.
I also get auditory hallucinations. But random shit. Like cats or something. Doesn't happen too often.
I almost cry every time I think about the fact that I will soon be a Schizophrenic.
And the thing is, I was perfectly fine before I smoked that joint.
This fucking sucks because I love weed so much. Not just to get high, but I just love everything about it.
It's been a passion of mine to grow some of the best bud and just give it away. And I am not going to let this stop me. I just won't be able to enjoy it myself.
I may not be able smoke anymore, but I'm forever a stoner.