"Hi! I'm Cindy. I'm a marijuana addict." The temporary chair, Cindy, a slender woman in her mid 20's with a broad-jawed attractive face with aquiline nose described how it dulled her ability to do her ceramics and caused her to become withdrawn and shut down.
Helen, a short tense voluptuous woman in her late 20's described difficulties dealing with the feelings of anger she now attempts to cope with by working through instead of using marijuana to suppress her feelings. She described confronting her need to quit when her therapist refused to see her if she didn't. The group applauded her staying straight for the last month.
"I used to walk the streets, for money to get my fix. It was always about the next, when, where, and how. One time, when I was tripping hard off a doobie I rolled, I accidently ran a stop sign because I couldent stop thinking how funny Gallagher was. I hit a car and ended up killing the family inside." Helen's voice cracked as she told her horrific story. "It was so terrible, just the loudest noise you could imagine. I woke up in a hospital, they said I had been on a week long marijuana binge and was delusional. " Helen slowly began weeping, as those around her tried to console her.
