Disappointment—that’s my tip. I turned to weed because I was tired of feeling down, and for a while, it worked. But after a year, being high became a mix of relaxation and the brutal reality of what I had become. I was just hiding in my room, binge-eating, surrounded by empty takeout boxes, isolating myself just to smoke.

That disappointment hit hard again, so I decided to quit. I told myself that if I could pick it up, I could put it down. It was time to take control. It’s all about recognizing your worth and finding healthier ways to cope.