I get up, I light my bowl that's been packed the night before .25g of Afghan Landrace. I get ready for the day, do my morning workout, shower and dress, eat breakfast and take 2 500mg Hash caps. I drink my coffee and go to work, aware of people around me, and how my actions might affect them. That's a big deal, cuz my sig's real. It takes about a month to build up my "emotions" if I abstain. It's a combination of genetics and a brain injury, but, pot works for it. I take another 2 capsules in the afternoon, and enjoy a hash/shisha hookah with my wife at night. My doctor in Santa Fe wants to write about me, and how pot fixed a "gross personality disorder, with no known cure or treatment." When I don't medicate, I don't miss it. I do hurt more, again... But, I fade into my bored stupor and wind up forgetting about people and that my actions affect others. Everyone around me, they miss it. My boss, the DOT inspector, my ultraconservative Christian mother, my parole officer when I was on parole. They all insist I get back on my meds. They all know that it's pot that does the trick. I'm not addicted, but, I think it's quite important I continue using it.