I was nervous about going to the medical marijuana dispensary for the first time.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, and I did not know what was going to happen.
I had told no one in my family about getting a medical marijuana card, because I was sure they would all think I was a horrible person. Unfortunately, unless they lived in my body, they wouldn’t understand how hard it was to deal with my depression. I got up to the doors of the medical marijuana dispensary and was walking away when someone opened the door. It was only open for a second or two, but it was long enough for me to recognize my grandmother standing inside. I didn’t know why grandma was inside, but I was going to go inside and find out. I saw gran talking to several people, and they looked like friends I had seen her with over Christmas. She saw me and came over to give me a hug. She asked why I was there, at the same time I asked her. I told her my depression was getting worse, and the doctor thought medical marijuana would help. She told me I was right to try medical marijuana. Since she had been using medical marijuana, her disposition had improved, and she was enjoying life again. I never knew gran had depression or anxieties. I guess that is where I got it from, if it’s possible for it to be passed on. Either way, I didn’t feel so bad being in the medical marijuana dispensary now that I knew gran was there.