Yesterday after crying all the way home from dropping off the kids at daycare I realized that it was the first time I had cried in several weeks, and also the first time I had not smoked weed in the morning in several weeks.
By which I mean, I smoked when I came home at about 7:20am, but I did not smoke when I woke up around 5:30am.
I didn’t smoke, but I did: do 25 minutes of yoga, drink coffee, shower, and enjoy the fact that I hadn’t drank the night before and slept fairly well. So why the tears?
Working from home it is nearly impossible not to smoke pot constantly throughout the day, and I think it’s just been numbing me. It’s not unpleasant. But I have to come out of the fog at some point.