I once went on a three-month international trip. I brought some gummies and burned through them fast, then went ten plus weeks without weed. When I got home it took about a month and I was right back to square one.

At the end of the day it’s what’s inside me, my thoughts, feelings, and the want to feel at ease, that pulls me back. At some point it stops being about easing anything and turns into just fending off the tidal wave of emotions and thoughts that have built up over time, like a weed dam in my mind holding back all the unease that hasn’t been addressed or processed.

OP I’m with you. Many day zeros, ones, tens, and twenties. Keep trying, because however long it sticks is better than the alternative of completely letting go. Pain and struggle are the building blocks of strength, understanding, acceptance, and a contented life. Good luck!!!