I wasn’t sure what happened, but one afternoon my dad was called to the school
When I was six years old, the doctors diagnosed with a rare form of mental disease that left me in a perpetual agitated state, and it manifested itself into anger and aggression within a year. That anger and aggression were becoming violence and even my parents were scared of and for me. My father asked about the different medications they could use to help my attitude change. The medication he prescribed left me in a stupor. I wasn’t able to move properly, and all I wanted to do was sleep. When they cut the dosage, I was feeling better for a while, and acting like a normal ten-year-old. Six months later, they were upping my dosage again, and I was like a walking zombie. The medication either helped or hindered. When dad read about medical marijuana helping people with mental disorders, he took me to a doctor that was certified to diagnose medical marijuana. They said many mental disorders were treated with medical marijuana, and we could try it to see if it helped. For the first two years, the medical marijuana they prescribed was keeping me calm, and I was enjoying being a ten-year-old. I wasn’t sure what happened, but one afternoon my dad was called to the school. I had deliberately pushed one of my classmates of the monkey bars and he broke his leg. I didn’t know why I did it, other than I wanted to hear him cry. Two weeks later, I was back to square one with my plan of medication, both from the doctor and medical marijuana.