When I was 6 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, and that anger and aggression were becoming violence and even my parents were scared of and for me, but 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 officially, and all I wanted to do was sleep; When they split the dosage, I was feeling better for a while, and acting appreciate a normal ten-year-old… Six months later, they were upping my dosage again, and I was appreciate a walking zombie. The medication either helped or hindered. When dad study about medical marijuana helping people with mental disorders, he took me to a doctor that was certified to diagnose medical marijuana. They said more than 2 mental disorders were treated with medical marijuana, and the people I was with and I could try it to see if it helped, but for the first multiple 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 1 afternoon my dad was called to the school. I had deliberately pushed 1 of my classmates of the monkey bars and he broke his leg. I didn’t think why I did it, other than I wanted to hear him cry. Two weeks later, I was back to square 1 with my idea of medication, both from the doctor and medical marijuana.