When medicine failed to healed me nature... probably healed me.

Something that I regret so much was the knowledge that went away with my Grandmother's. Both were Catholic and found a way to heal me when the doctors couldn't. I remember one but the other one was told by my mother or someone else because I wasn't aware in the past of some kind of connection. One of them took me to her cousin to heal an amoeba, I felt his energy when he put his hand in the spot that he said it was but later I saw how sad look at me.

The other one carved the shape of my feet into a tree when I was a baby to cure some kind of infection that healed along with the tree. But I don't know because I've seen in the present how some family members or friends have said words to me that later were denied. Or someone who either loves or hates to troll me.

But that I regret, not being able to ask them of whatever they knew.

I hope that I don't get to be wake up early because then I will know who took out of me the joy of getting high and being able to chill because this quit smoking while I get in your way is very fishy and I don't even want to write about my experience with "legal" weed and if I go somewhere else they always know.

a reply to: JustAnotherHappyCamper

I hope everything works out for you. There are plenty of very smart people here on ATS that may have advice. Some of them are also Catholic and not doctors.