Browns CBD Patches

This review has taken me a lot longer than I thought it would. When I first agreed to do it I thought I would have it done in a week…two weeks tops. But certain things in my life have gotten in the way. In the past I was scared to talk about these things because I was judging and hating on myself but now I’m at a place where I NEED to be honest. I have been struggling with addiction to thc for the last four years and it pretty much destroyed my life. It really helped me numb out certain traumatic events but it also numbed out my personality. Not completely because I kept up a very well applied mask most of the time but very much mostly. I stopped talking to my friends and family, stopped reading and engaging in pretty much everything that I enjoyed before thc, except from tv. It also made me severely depressed, anxious and worsened my eating disorder-although I wasn’t fully aware of these effects until, in light of developing psychotic type symptoms, I had to stop. I stopped for two months over the summer and was starting to feel a lot more like myself. But then my friend invited me to a small gathering and we got drunk and smoked and I thought maybe I can smoke it, maybe I’ll be okay. But it sucked me back in and I found my OCD getting really, really bad again and I found myself withdrawing into myself like a hermit crab as the tide rushes towards it. And the darkness of these winter months plus the continuation of lockdown….everything mixed together, it’s been really fucking difficult. I’m five days sober now, I really hope it continues.

Your probably wondering why I’m telling you this.

I’m telling you this because, without CBD I wouldn’t have been able to make it through the last few years. I’m pretty sure that I wouldn’t even be here today had I not found CBD two and half years ago. I’m telling you this because I want you to know how much of a real difference CBD has made to my life, how much it has really had a massively positive impact on my life. How it has helped me way more than any psychiatric and pharmaceutical pain relief has ever helped.

I wish I could share with every single person in the world how much it has helped me and I wish I could help them help themselves with CBD. Unfortunately it would extremely difficult to reach such a wide audience, as the whole planet, so I’ll just have to be content with however many people read this and hope upon hope that it helps at least one person.

I’ve been using CBD in some form or another for the last 2 and a half years now and recently Browns CBD reached out to me to do a review of their patches. I’ve tried other patches from other companies before and they’ve also been good but Brown’s have been the best I’ve tried that work by head on targeting my pain.

Time

Time doesn’t stop for anyone.

Not you, not me, not your loved ones.

You can take certain substances that might change the way you perceive it but it won’t stop.

There are many uncertainties in life, many unanswered questions.

So many things that we don’t know, the things we do being somewhat incomprehensible in and of themselves.

Time doesn’t stop for anyone and we’re all going to die.

When I was 13 I started to get depressed about time, so much so that I missed out on a lot (of time) because of it. I was doing a drama summer school and I think I was due to go into 3rd year in the coming August. I remember we were doing our morning warm-up and as I was turning round~I’m not sure what we were doing~it suddenly struck me about, time. I was going to be 14 in the new school year and I suddenly wondered, ‘where has the time gone? How did I get here?

I know how I physically got to the class that morning.

But not how had I travelled through time so quickly, how had the years flown by so fast?

It seemed like one minute I’d been a child and then suddenly I was going into my first “serious” year of high school, reflecting in that moment.

That was when I started getting depressed about time moving too fast, I remember asking loads of people~family members~about how they experienced time.

Does it keep getting faster? Yes.

Well, maybe it doesn’t actually go faster but you perceive it as going faster as you age.

Perhaps not everyone perceives it that way but many do.

I think its perhaps repetition, that makes it seem faster.

Doing the same things over and over again: the same occupation every day, the same route to and from, the same hobbies, clubs.

I’m gonna stop with the above subject for now as, if I think about it too much it starts to fuck with my head. I end up spiralling and getting stuck beneath the infinite cascading waves of thought, and depression.

I will say though that ever since then, the depression lasted a lot longer than the aforementioned catalyst thought, I have been very analytical about how I perceive life. I’ve always been very analytical but this made me more so. I also think that perhaps I think too much, which has been bad for me mentally but I think that it might help me to do well for myself. I also have a lot more ways to cope with the bad side of things-spiraling-than I used to, when I was younger, which is a definite game-changer.

{Update:

You as the reader, are probably wondering wtf I’m jabbering on about and all I can say is that I was amidst the crimson waves and feeling very emotional and reflective. I was having a wee blub to myself, thinking about how far I’ve come in life. I used to get so depressed and stressed out about time passing by, I was so scared that one day I’d look up and my memories-or any pictures I had-would be the only proof that I’d lived. That I’d go from 14 to 50 in the blink of an eye, having done nothing with my life because I was too depressed and scared of everything. It’s taken me a while but I can now say that I’m okay with time passing by. It only feels like it passes by in the blink of an eye in retrospect. Looking back, you won’t remember everything…you’ll remember key events…things that stuck in your mind. Those things will condense down and everything will seem like it’s sort of wooshed by. But at the same time, every experience, every home, every old friend or acquaintance will feel lifetimes ago. When you learn to live in the moment, the passage of time, no matter it’s speed doesn’t seem so daunting anymore. I think I secretly wanted time to go by faster when I was younger, I wanted it to go by faster so that I could grow up, leave school and home and be me without other peoples judgments. I also wanted to be accepted for me. It’s taken a while to get here but in the last year, I’ve been more me than I have been in a long time. I started practicing mindfulness techniques, around a year ago in order to try and enhance my experience and lucidity whilst dreaming, and I’ve found that they’ve also really helped me to live more in the moment. You might know a bit about mindfulness, if you don’t, I basically do things like, if I’m walking through town, I look at things around me. I observe and notice things around me, look at them, like really look at them, think of its colours, what it’s made of, how old it is, it’s history. From looking up from my phone and looking at the world around me, I’ve noticed things like…..how beautiful the buildings in Glasgow (town) are, some of them have pillars like they were built in Roman times-probably not but one likes to imagine-and others have gorgeous Edwardian style roofs and balconies. Becoming consciously aware of things you can see, hear, feel, smell and taste. In becoming more mindful of my human experience and the environment around me, I have spent less and less time on social media, my phone and subsequently, the internet. Spending less time online has helped me to get back in touch with things I used to enjoy when I was younger-like reading and drawing-before everyone had a computer in their pocket that they were constantly lost in. By simply spending less time online-it wasn’t simple at all, it took a lot of time and reflection-and doing things I enjoy and finding a purpose, I feel like I’ve grown to be at peace with the passage of time. I lost someone very important to me at the end of last year and it broke my heart, I felt powerless. There was nothing I could do, I couldn’t bring them back. As much as it still hurts me today. that loss has helped me to understand and be more at peace with the cycle of life. Time doesn’t stop for anyone and we’re all going to die but that’s just the way life works. People die every day but people are also born every day. Time will go by and I’ll grow old and I’ll die one day but that’s just the way life is. Nobody can live forever, even if one could, you would lose a lot more than your mortality. I’ll probably learn and experience enough that by the time the time comes I’ll be accepting of death, like it’s okay, I’m ready to move on now…ready to experience whatever’s next. What I’m getting at here, is that I’ve accepted that time is just a part of life, a very important part but still simply a cog in the machine of life. By dwelling in it and not accepting it, I caused the machine to malfunction but by accepting it, things are running a lot more smoothly. 02/07/2019}

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It’s that time~haha~ of the month again….I feel like shit, I can’t stop crying and~the delightful cherry on top~my ovaries feel like they’re slowly working there way up the inside of my body to strangle me from the inside-out. It’s also fucking boiling but the sky looks like it’s got a storm a-brewin’.

I feel like death.

I hope y’all are having a wonderful, hopefully not horrendously humid (Satur)day!

My Voice

*TRIGGER WARNING*

This blogpost contains content that some readers may find triggering or distressing. Only read if you feel able cope the subject matter of sexual based trauma.

I wrote this last night when I was drunk, quite a running theme for when I write emotional poetry…the only time I can write about bad stuff that’s happened…which probably isn’t great.

Anyhoo….here it is:

Please don’t talk to me,

Please talk to me,

I’m sorry I’m not here,

I checked out a while ago.

I always want to talk to people,

but I can’t.

I feel that when the bad thing happened,

his dick stole my voice,

stole an essential part of my soul.

Lots of terrible things happened before that,

but after that,

that one particular night,

2 hours to be exact,

I couldn’t find it within myself to talk,

to even look at others.

It’s like,

everything that happened just took over,

became an unbudging boulder,

over everything.

Leaving only a half-assed attempt mask of who I was before.

Thankfully most people can’t see through it,

Can’t see how truly destroyed I am.

How much I’m not really here.

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This poem is about rape and about how he took so much more than my dignity. I feel like my dignity was somewhat easier to get back….I think. This is really difficult to write (talk) about.

I think people think that I’m being rude when I don’t talk to them or run away from them when they try to speak to me but that’s really not the case…I get afraid…terrified that people can see how much pain I’m in. I also can’t socialise the way I used to anymore, I can’t strike up casual conversation, I can’t joke around and laugh at trivial things anymore, I’m afraid that people can see how awkward and different I am now. I don’t like meeting up with people I knew before because I think they can sense that I’m not the same and I want to be the person that they knew but I’m really not. I also used to be really good at making new friends, starting up conversations from nowhere but even that’s harder than making cheese out of playdough. A lot of the time I also just don’t have anything to say, like all my words, my ability to make words has been taken away, sucked into an endless unforgiving vacuum. The effort it takes to try and pretend that the worst thing that could have possibly happened didn’t indeed happen is astronomically tiring. It makes me want to spend all my time alone because then I don’t have to speak, don’t have to put on an act, I can just breathe and be me. Me who is now very quiet.

(I feel I should add this; CBD oil has helped me deal with these issues quite a bit and I’m on a journey to getting my good auld sociable self back but it’s still really difficult and I’ve got a really long way to go. I can, at the very least, say that I am trying and I try to take each day as it comes. I guess all you can do is try and hopefully one day you’ll get to your destination.

I’m also still able to talk to close friends, some family members, and a few workers, which I’m very thankful for but I can’t go through my whole life being mute around everyone else, especially when I’d love to talk to everyone.)

I don’t know if any of this makes sense but I know that nobody really reads this so I guess it doesn’t have to make sense. I guess I’m using this as a coping mechanism and nobody else has to view it for it to work for me.

I wish I could share this with more people but I feel so up my own arse sharing the link, like I think it’s great and I’m proud of myself for being able to write about stuff but I think/worry that I’m oversharing and people just want me to shut the fuck up. 

I hope that anyone who reads this enjoys it and has a wonderful day. 🙂