Breaking the chains that weed locked me in

Let me start by saying: I’ve got nothing but respect for the power of the flower. For as long as I can remember, weed has been a part of my life. I lit my first joint at 12, But now, after years of constantly reaching for that familiar haze, I’ve come to a crossroads.

I’m eight days clean. Eight days since I’ve smoked, eight days of clear-headed mornings and nights, and yeah, eight days of wrestling with cravings. It hasn’t been easy—there’s no pretending it has. But here’s the thing: I’m committed. I’ve spent enough of my life running from things, using weed as my escape hatch. Now, I want to face everything with a clear mind and steady hands. This break isn’t just about quitting a habit—it’s about reclaiming my life and starting a new chapter for myself, my music, and my family.

An Escape from the Pain

Like a lot of people, I didn’t start smoking because I wanted to lose myself in a fog. I was just a kid when I started—12 years old. Back then, it felt like a way to carve out my own space, to block out everything I didn’t want to deal with, especially the harsh reality of my fathers crimes. Weed gave me a mental escape, a place where I could breathe, where his voice couldn’t reach me. But what began as a coping mechanism turned into a crutch, and that crutch turned into a cage of its own.

My track Broken Castle is all about that—about the damage my father caused, about the scars it left behind. Weed helped me numb those scars, but eventually, it started to feel like it was holding me back from really healing. The more I relied on it, the less I felt in control of my own life.

Why I’m Quitting

It’s strange to admit, but there was a time I thought weed was helping me stay grounded. But over time, it became more of a haze than a release. I wasn’t using it for creativity, for clarity, or for connection anymore. It had become a habit, one that I was reaching for without even thinking about it. I realized that I was moving through life on autopilot, just coasting, not actually living.

Don’t get me wrong—cannabis can be powerful and positive, and I’m not saying I’ll never smoke again. But right now, I need a break to get clear on who I am without it. I want to be present for my family, to make music with intention, to connect with the people I love. Most of all, I want to take back control of my own story.

Eight Days Clean

Eight days might not sound like much to some people, but for me, each day has been a test of willpower. The cravings come, especially at night when the world gets quiet and old habits try to creep back in. But each time, I remind myself that this is about more than just quitting. This is about breaking free of the things that have held me down—both my past and my reliance on weed.

It’s a struggle, but each day without it, I feel a little more certain, a little stronger. I’m giving myself space to work through the things I used to numb out. I’m learning to live with clarity, and honestly, it feels like waking up for the first time in years.

Fitness, Family, and Music

Instead of leaning on weed, I’m channelling that energy into fitness, music, and spending real time with my family. Exercise is becoming my new high—a way to push myself, to clear my head, to feel strong in my own skin. Every workout, every track I create, and every moment I’m fully present for the people I love reminds me of why I’m doing this.

I know I might light up again someday. But when I do, it’ll be on my terms, not as an escape, but maybe as a way to appreciate life even more. Until then, I’m here, fully present, fighting for myself every day. If my story resonates with you, maybe it’s time for a change in your life too. The journey might be tough, but the freedom? Absolutely worth it.