Cannabis Hyperemesis Syndrome isn’t just about vomiting; it’s about losing trust in the one thing you thought was helping you cope. The plant that once softened your edges becomes the trigger for unthinkable pain. You bargain with yourself: maybe less often, maybe edibles, maybe a different strain. But the attacks keep coming, and each one steals a little more of your normal life. Work becomes unpredictable. Social plans feel dangerous. You start to map your world around bathrooms and bathtubs, around the next possible collapse.

Real recovery begins with a brutal kind of honesty: accepting that the “medicine” is now the poison. Quitting can feel like grieving a relationship, not just dropping a habit. Yet on the other side of that grief is something quieter and stronger—waking up without dread, eating without calculation, trusting your own body again. It isn’t easy, and it isn’t instant, but it is possible.