I have a miserable congenital disorder that has been passed down from my grandfather being a part of operation Hardtack. Nuclear testing fucked up my families genetics. My grandfather has it, my mother had it, and finally I have it. It will end with me as I refuse to make a child suffer as much as I have and will. As there is no cure for this disorder.

Neurosurgeons and psychiatrists had me so doped up I didn’t know if I was coming or going. Pain was immeasurable. Dozens of hospitalizations for pain and shit. Went to pain management and they prescribed even more. Was up to 12 scripts at once for a 24 year old. They kicked me all the way up to diladid and a few other pain killers at this point. They then wanted to put an implant in my spine for localized pain. At 25, I said no more. I won’t take anymore. You won’t put some shit in me. I cleaned up completely and stopped taking everything. Switched to marijuana and kratom. Have been 200% better ever since. Still have limitations but I’m not strung out, not reliant on any pills. It’s unbelievable how fucked up dozens of doctors got me from several different states. Tried to go back to a neurosurgeon just last year to get an update on how far my disorder has progressed, as I have a life expectancy of 45-50 so it needs to be monitored to an extent. Cannot find a doctor that will see me without going through detox now for marijuana, as I caught a charge last year and have been suffering through probation for half a year. I kicked the habit with zero issues compared to years of problems from kicking prescriptions. Cannot explain nearly enough how much marijuana helped me accept that I’ll always have limitations on my life, how I always will have an expiration date, and how much pain it actually takes away physically and mentally.

Shit is all fucked up with healthcare and prohibition in this country and mostly with the control pharma has over so many people in so many ways.