34 year old quitting kush day after 15 years non stop smoking

I first tried weed in 2007 when I was 15, behind my high school. I came home, threw up by the garbage chute in our apartment building, and didn’t touch it again until I started university. In 2010, during my first semester at Ryerson, I had my first real night of smoking weed and drinking at a house party. Soon after, I moved in with friends who smoked regularly. My parents weren’t really around while I was growing up, and I had also just started working in hospitality as a barback. Before long, weed became part of my everyday life. Within a year, I dropped out of university and started serving and bartending full-time. Looking back, that’s when the habit really took over. Fast forward to 2026. It’s been about 15 years of smoking almost every day. Lately I’ve realized something that’s hard to admit: I’ve stopped caring about life the way I used to. My motivation, ambition, and ability to enjoy things without weed slowly disappeared. My partner quit years ago after a serious car accident, and she’s been living proof that life can be better on the other side. For years I convinced myself I was fine because I wasn’t drinking heavily or using harder drugs. I told myself, “It’s just weed.” I don’t believe that anymore. For me, weed became an addiction. It made me complacent, fed my ego, and kept me comfortable while the years slipped by. I’m not saying everyone has the same experience, but this has been mine. Today is August 1, 2026. Day one. I don’t know why I felt like writing this, but maybe someone scrolling through Reddit needs to read it. If you’re trying to quit, you’re not alone. I hope both of us make it to tomorrow.