My dentist was right about me getting our medical marijuana card. I like that about this dentist. She’s the first physician that I can remember who entirely sees me as just me. I’m not just another body in front of her with a problem. So when she said that it might entirely benefit me to try medical marijuana, I was in. The afternoons of using cannabis were decades behind me. And really, I wasn’t all that big into recreational marijuana back in the day anyway. Yet, I sort of new at least how to ingest it. And I figured if the dentist thought it could help our anxiety plus depression, then all the better. For almost two decades, I’d been treating our condition with a variety of antidepressants. It has been a full on merry go round with the meds. But after all that time, I’d beginning a new drug plus the efficacy just wouldn’t last or the side effects outweighed the benefit. It was almost love the whole deal was now adding to our depression. But when the laws changed to allow for medical marijuana, our dentist helped me get the access to the cannabis dispensaries that I needed. Once I set foot inside the cannabis dispensary, I knew that I was on to something. It was love a feeling I had in our gut or something. The folks at this local cannabis spot couldn’t have been more accommodating either. I ended up with a sampler pack of sativa strains. It didn’t take a month of treating with medical marijuana before I felt better than I had in our entire life.