I am a 21-year-old black female and as far as childhoods go, I had a sheltered one. My mother is a God-fearing single mother that had a hard life and because of the things she went through she did her best to protect her children and to a point that was a good thing. I was a happy child for the most part I had everything a needed (not wanted).
But the downside was I wasn’t prepared for the world. I understood that bad people existed I just didn’t think they could affect me. So, although I was protected from the cruelty that is this world, the consequence was I fell for the cruelty of others around me.
It was my junior year in college, and I was smoking a lot of weed and everyone around me was smoking with me. They say weed is just a plant, but it isn’t. That it can’t hurt you, but it can.
One day I was smoking with my roommate, and I went back to my room and laid down on my bed and then my eyes started to roll in the back of my head, and I couldn’t stop it. I was so scared. So, I did what everyone does who grew up in church. I pulled out the bible and started to pray.
I didn’t learn my lesson though. I thought it was just that weed, and it wouldn’t happen again. But it was messing with my spirit. So, I decided that I would stop for a month, and I did good for the first 3 weeks. But the 4th week I was tempted… a lot. It seemed like the people around me didn’t want me to stop. But I made it, so I thought I was safe. But when I started again, I just didn’t trust it. So, I stopped completely and since the then I haven’t smoked.
And I have lost 3 friends I thought I was close too. One so-called friend rolled the window up while he was smoking (hot boxed) so I got a contact high when I told him I wasn’t smoking anymore. Another friend tried to blow smoke up my noise when I told her I gave up smoking up for the Lord. This weed that is flowing so freely is not safe they have demonic spirits attached to them. I am on the path to GOD and I am trying to be a better person every day. I make mistakes and I am asking Jesus for help daily.
Wow, I’m a 18 year old black girl, I’m going into my sophomore year of college. And I’m struggling with the same problem, I’ve stopped for a while and asked God to help me and I did good for a couple of weeks, and I honestly felt truly blessed. But I was still around the same friends, so I’ve been tempted again. And bad things are happening to me and my family. And I know why. But it’s so hard for me to give it up, because I’ve started to use it to disassociate myself from my problems.