Why I Regret Mixing Grief and Cannabis

Itried my first edible in late 2016, around the time <a href="https://medium.com/@jacquelinedooley/my-daughter-died-but-im-still-mothering-her-19c599316726" rel="noopener">my daughter was dying</a>. People had been dropping by my house with gifts of food, wine, and other comforts for a few weeks and a friend brought me a batch of weed-infused brownies. “We tested them first,” she said. “They work.” I didn’t touch them for a week or two, but after a particularly hard day trying to regulate my daughter’s pain while maintaining my own sanity, I ate half a brownie about an hour before bed time. It was as hard as a hockey puck and smelled skunky, but I choked it down with a glass of milk and waited. <a href="https://medium.com/black-bear-recovery/i-made-a-huge-mistake-by-mixing-grief-with-cannabis-2567269a9c01">Click Here</a>