Cannabis used to be the most important relationship in my life: more important than my family, my friends, my partner, my job or my mental health. I used weed to help me wake up and to help me get to sleep. When I was without it I was irritable, anxious, and could concentrate on little else until I was high again. However, if you had asked me at any time whether I was addicted, I would have laughed in your face and denied it

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When I finally found the strength to change something that had been such an important part of my life since my early teens, the physical and emotional realignment was phenomenal. And although it’s been many years since I threw away my last bag, I still remember the lessons I learnt while trying to quit, and eventually succeeding, like it was yesterday.

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Much that I’ve written here comes directly from listening to the stories of those who attended our workshops. Names have of course been changed to protect anonymity.  Back then I wasn’t so shy about using my own name, but this led to a bit too much online abuse. I’ve never been about stopping people make their own choices. Quite the opposite, in fact, but the personal abuse hurt, and for a long while it stopped me doing this work, so for now my name is Clearhead.