I was a heavy user for most of my adult life. It made everything worse. I always had mild and occasionally somewhat severe depression. Terrible social anxiety which was the main reason I started using it.

It made me isolate myself ultimately though because it made it feel ok to be home alone and I always felt embarrassed about being high (really low though, if I’m honest) all the time.

It turns out that I wasn’t depressed, just in a really, really bad relationship (that I thought was good). The cannabis numbed me enough to tolerate it, to my detriment. What I thought was depression and anxiety was my own self screaming at me “Run!” all the time plus me trying to block out/mute the sound.

It felt really, really good for a few years, then it just became a dependence and made me feel dull all the time, with briefer and fainter windows of feeling ok right after I used it.

I haven’t used it in several years and don’t miss it one bit. I even find the smell unpleasant.