I do not have a debilitating disease. I do not have panic attacks like some where I can’t breathe and feel like I will die. But I do struggle with anxiety. It makes it difficult to work, to have fun, to love, and to worship. Marijuana gives the worrying side of my mind, with which I am in constant battle, a break. It lets me breathe and gives me the space that anxiety takes up to think about my life, my loved ones, God, and the world.