So many people have asked me, “Why don’t you just plea, wouldn’t it be easier?”
Yes, I’m learning every day how much easier it would be. If I pled guilty even to a felony, I’d be halfway done with my probation by now, I’d still have custody of my kids, I’d still have my job, I’d still have my livelihood.
Did I make the right decision?! The more I stand strong, the harder this hurts. The problem is, if I was still blind to the benefits of marijuana, I’m sure I wouldn’t have a problem taking the heat.
But how can I call myself principled, how could I sleep at night knowing how much cannabis has helped my family, saved my family, but not fight for its freedom?! Steve would be dead or severely disabled right now without it, I wouldn’t have Bree, I would be an empty shell living my life daily in pain, lonely, and miserable.
This is what I was living with before cannabis – a cocktail of prescribed medications in an UNSUCCESSFUL effort to curb his seizures. Not only was he still suffering brain-damaging and potentially fatal seizures, but he was also in no state to function for himself, let alone take care of me or a child.
The question surging through my brain tonight is how much suffering is worth the fight to not go back to that??