Weed, Boys and Feeling Blue


You’ve reached my first ever blog post.

In this post I’ll be addressing subjects which I feel need more attention, in the hope the to create awareness around some deep and darker issues. There have been few occasions (but occasions nevertheless) where I’ve shut people out based on the fear of being judged. That said, with some much needed self-education, I realised most of us carry demons; that many of us could have done with more support.

I was 17 when I met my first boyfriend, Lyle*. At the time I was inexperienced regarding love and didn’t understand how a romantic love should be received (or even given). Lyle was attractive and polite and – more than anything – I was just excited to have a boyfriend! The first 6 months were wonderful – we were two enthusiastic kids enjoying a newly felt honeymoon period.

Illustrations by Chelsea Hipwood

As time progressed, Lyle became increasingly possessive. He would call me at all hours of the the night, asking why (male) friends were writing “Hey, how are you?” on my Facebook wall.

Some nights I would wake up startled, recoiling from a punch in the stomach or hands around my neck. This was unintentional of course, as I realised Lyle wasn’t in the best headspace mentally and also suffered from night terrors.

In spite of what Lyle was facing, I was still a young girl in a mentally abusive relationship. I spent much time feeling irrationally guilty and started to avoid eye contact with people, staring at the floor as I walked. I stopped partying and began to ignore all my male friends – I even blocked a few of them.

We stopped being friends. Lyle would play Playstation whilst I stared at my phone in silence. The possessiveness increased, along with being aggressive and dismissive  –  I felt constantly on edge. Being two young persons with little understanding of mental illness, it was impossible to recognise or understand where certain behaviours stemmed from.

I was also heavily in denial. I would boast A LOT to friends and family about my happiness, how lucky I was to be in such a wonderful relationship. I think the trickiest part was becoming attached to his family – they were extremely loving which made it hard for me to detach.

As time went on, things became inevitably worse. Within the space of a year I’d began to self-harm; in hindsight, a cry for help and a very, dangerous outlet. My words were muted constantly beneath hollers of abuse. I wanted to scream but feared nobody would hear me.

Things came to a head when I visited my stepmom and accidentally rolled up my left sleeve. Naturally she was devastated and within hours I was being bombarded with visits and phone-calls. My families despair forced me to acknowledge the severity of the situation. Seeing their reactions slapped me out of my denial.

Lyle smoked a lot of weed; I’d say he went through an eighth of skunk a day. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to bash weed-smokers, the marijuana debate is vast and I do believe it has some benefits. That said, it can also exhibit negative side effects, particularly for those with underlying mental health conditions.

Lyle and I were sinking together. He began to develop obsessions with UFO’s, fascinated by the prospect of channelling aliens and becoming an extra-terrestrial human vessel. During this time I was also smoking daily, despite attending university and working part-time I too, was tripping out.

Illustrations by Chelsea Hipwood

In 2010 the relationship came to a brusque end. I’d returned from my father’s wedding in East Africa, and for the first time in years was able to re-assess. In Africa I was surrounded by nature and the ocean. I was able to meet new people and remember that life, as cliche as it sounds, is what you make it. I remember sobbing, mostly out of relief, when the relationship ended. I finally felt free from my own mental prison: that I’m nobodies possession, free to live as I choose.

I went back to being a person who shouldn’t have been compromised in the first place.

I wish I could say the ordeal ended there, but unfortunately I had a new battle to fight. I’d spent so much time suppressing my fears and anxiety that it was all still simmering beneath. A family friend described it as pressure cooker: when so much builds up, you need to release the steam or else you’ll explode.

I began to have panic attacks, although I didn’t yet know what they were. Every time I tried to sleep I’d feel my heart beating at a rapid speed; my thoughts went astray and I couldn’t breathe – if felt like someone was sitting on my head.

As a child I worshipped the Catholic Church and passed the symptoms off as demonic possession. Good Lord. My thoughts had become so irrational, my reality so disillusioned, that I began to hear voices. I saw shadows transforming into demons – I didn’t know what the fuck was going on!

Back then, when I eventually managed to fall asleep, I would dream that the devil was shaking my bed and spend the rest of my night awake, with the lights on.  I began to suffer from sleep paralysis, which occurs when the mind wakes up before the body. In sleep-paralysis you typically can’t move or speak, despite having a conscious mind. A lot of people have described it as demons possessing the body and at the time, I was also a believer of this concept.

Thank god for the internet, is all I can say.

The day I typed my symptoms into Google is the day I realised I was suffering from panic attacks, sleep paralysis and night terrors: I was NOT possessed. I visited a nurse, who didn’t have a clue in hell. She raised her eyebrows at me with judgmental distaste and booked me an appointment with the Doctor. She said he’d prescribe me with “appropriate medication”.

Fuckkkk that bitch!

I did not need medication, I needed empathy and reassurance.

I decided to take matters into my own hands which meant: goodbye marijuana. Two years spent cold turkey; I remember flushing my stash down the toilet and knowing it was a vice which didn’t serve me anymore. I rewired my programming from a place of sobriety.

I also began to watch lots of upbeat films: romantic comedies, feel-good musicals. I was still struggling to sleep due to insomnia and spent a lot of time disassociating; feeling detached from reality. I couldn’t concentrate or feel happy about things. I missed having “normal” issues i.e. Why hasn’t so and so replied to my text; I wish my stomach was flatter.

I didn’t feel normal anymore. One night I became so scared that I had to sleep on my parents floor with my 4 year old brother in the bed. I remember feeling embarrassed but was grateful they let me.

Friends also helped, one came over to pat me to sleep; another would talk to me ’til early hours of the morning. It was around that time I received some crucial advice, advice which I actually accredit to reshaping my life:

“Don’t be afraid to battle with your mind. Stop sleeping with the lights on, turn everything off. Retrain the way you think and feel. You’re battling with your mind, so fight…and win”.

Illustrations by Chelsea Hipwood

Isn’t that funny? Just a few simple words and I suddenly reclaimed being the boss. I control my mind: my mind does not control me. I revisited those words again and again. It took 6 months post-breakup to sleep with the lights off. 6 months until the panic attacks, night terrors and sleep paralysis stopped. I received no medication, I received no therapy. I retrained my brain and relied on the love of good people. In 6 months I stopped being afraid.

I’m not here to turn my nose up at the choices people make, to sneer at those who smoke pot, or take meds, or stay in relationships which no longer serve them. I’m not here to paint Lyle as a villain or myself, a patron saint. What I want is to give some reassurance to those facing darker days, that you can get better and you can still heal.

If you find yourself in a situation similar to mine, don’t give up. Sometimes we have to face our demons head on, no matter how terrifying they are, in order to overcome them.

7 thoughts on “Weed, Boys and Feeling Blue

  1. I remember talking to you when you were in the midst of believing you were losing your mind, I’d been there myself and it gets to the point where you think the weed is the only thing that is holding you together when in reality it is turning you into a wreck, I remember telling you something about ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ and that ‘you’re not not the only person this happens to’, probably seemed throwaway at the time but I’m glad you’ve found yourself again.

    I’m really glad you put this out there, you are braver than I.

    Well done


    1. Thanks Joe, you really helped me during this time & I thank you for being a lovely friend and reaching out to me. Your story is important and so you shouldn’t feel scared to share it. You’re a survivor too, afterall. Big love as always xx


  2. Wow! Well done, Chelsea! I can relate to lots of what you have written here. I spent many years consuming far too many drugs and gradually losing my mind and I finally ended up in a psychiatric ward, having lost nearly two stone without ANY awareness that I was getting ill. Those very strange and crazy experiences built the strength I have today and made me very good at helping people with various kinds of illness. What caused me the most problems at the time was not drugs or even social isolation but the freeling that I was alone with my suffering. It felt unique, simply because there was nothing like it in my previous experience and I had never even HEARD of anything like it! Thank you for putting your story out there, of course it’s scary the first time but the rewards will be more than worth it. Keep blogging! You have a great story to tell…


    1. Hi Mardi, You are the FIRST person to reply to my blog who I havent met personally. I’m so glad you know now that there are other people Who can identify with you & that you are not alone in your plight. I’m happy to hear of your recovery & hope that your healing continues. Not everyone is able to get back on track, so well done. Lots of love xx


  3. So good you have overcome all the negativity. I too have experienced such situations. Lets hope we stay free from the madness of the mind! Keep on writing and I shall keep on reading xxx


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