Takeaway:Why do people hear THC when we speak the word “cannabis?” Why don’t they think of CBD? How justifiable is it to think of cannabis as a psychotropic herb when it clearly has two components— medical element and the recreational element? And when everything rests on the end choices you make— why should cannabis bear the stigma of pejoratives like “dangerous,” “threatening,” “deadly,” “addictive,” etc? In the following blog story, you will come across a real-life example of a schizophrenic-affected family, and the choices they make to regain the lost charm on their dining tables.

Well, I picked a real instant of Schizophrenic condition when my school friend found his mom getting into the cobweb of this psychotic disorder.

Until then— It was just a movie reel for me— a reel which described the schizophrenic pattern between Russel Crowe and his battle with all the imaginations he cooked up in his head. [1]

And watching someone getting controlled by their imaginations in real-time is conclusively dangerous— to both— to the one who’s suffering and the ones who are in the vicinity of such an ailment.

That’s what happened to my friend’s mother.

She would imagine people barging into home without her permission and trying to get all sorts of troubles with them.

That made her extra cautious about every move she made to keep those imaginative figures out of her home.

With packed windows and every possible passage which could let the “imaginative monsters” peep into her gallery— she would try to block each and every trace of sunlight into her home.

It was as if she wanted to make a black hole where light just can’t pass— and her fictional characters couldn’t watch her activities.

To her absolute defence, she would throw soapy water around the home so that those characters— even if they reach close to her home— couldn’t get inside because of the slippery surface.

Maybe, she felt secure while doing that— perhaps, she enjoyed doing that— Who knows— but while doing that— she felt less terrified than what she would usually go through every day.

But the society couldn’t accept this because casting the nets outside the campus for literally no one or literally for everyone did bother them.

They would come to my friend’s house and give them a free lesson on living etiquettes among the civilized.

And they weren’t wrong on their parts— it could have been detrimental for kids and the olds— and they had every right to protest it.

To add more worseness to the situation, she would reluctantly deny to see a psychologist or schizophrenic expert or to get into placebo therapies.

Furthermore, pills were her enemies because somehow— every pill shouted— “that you are out of your head, and people don’t want you, and we are here to execute their agenda.”

Just when things seemed beyond control— because of the societal pressure and mom’s reluctance— my friend who had almost given up finally discovered about medical marijuana.

Medical Marijuana— often considered as a mythical manipulation of psychotic cannabis or is believed to have been coined by marijuana enthusiasts to fake their unconditional love for it— fascinated him in a sense that it had success stories in healing or at least suppressing the psychotic condition.

While spending hours researching the health benefits of marijuana, he concluded that there were specific ways by which we can bring cannabis into fruition for seniors, including his mother’s condition.







On finding that cannabis has two of the most contrast behaving chemicals into it— THC and CBD— he was simply amazed.

While digging deeper into the research, he discovered that herbs have everything to offer— from the magical elixir to revive you from the gravest condition (CBD) to the poison which can trip your livelihood, identity, and philosophy of life (THC).

It was like— he had two fingers to choose from— and any of the two could fend off the mess he was deeply enrolled into— and he was willing to try every permutation and combination to get out of this situation.

The choices were limited, so, he went ahead with infused-CBD products like CBD oil supplements.

He didn’t pick Tetrahydrocannabinol or simply THC because it plausibly gave him a sense of aggression.

In a psychological sense, you can say that THC and Schizophrenia have the same mental output, i.e., psychosis.

Just as schizophrenia controls your mind, THC does the same— both trigger the psychotic behaviour. [2]

While doing so, your brain loses cognitive abilities, faces thought-disruption, and finds it really hard to distinguish between reality and virtual impressions. [3]

That being said— THC is still one of the most abused substances in the United States— probably because people like to shut their brains or keep it aside while they aren’t working. [4]

And the worst of all the facts is that when you forcefully put yourself into hallucination or psychotic behaviours by using external chemicals like THC, you are actually pushing yourself closer to schizophrenia— because they share a common symptom, i.e., promoted psychotic activities.

And here’s a proof that men who snort THC-ladened marijuana develop schizophrenic symptoms in their late teens or early twenties, and women develop a similar condition in their late twenties and early thirties. [5]

On the contrary research, my friend concluded that Cannabidiol or CBD is actually used by a fair share of the population to tone down the impact of THC in their body.

Like in the cases of THC-abuse, the abusers induce CBD to negate the effect of THC.

And as we know that the symptoms of THC is brain malfunctioning and thought-disruption— he immediately drew a similarity between Schizophrenia and THC. [6]

Although we need more medical anecdotes with the help of reliable experts to have their say on CBD and its role in diluting the psychosis; we can’t completely rule out the stories of people who apparently put their cases in public.

So, he finally managed to draw an analogy that if CBD can mimic as an antipsychotic chemical to suppress the action of THC, the same properties could do worlds of good to paranoia and psychosis caused by schizophrenia. [7]

That’s when he finally got infused CBD oil bottles.

The idea was to give her a choice— whether she’d want to go for medical pills or CBD oils.

But considering the deeply-rooted distrusting patterns ( the patients tend to distrust everyone as they feel they will be harmed) [8], it was getting difficult for him to convince her for even CBD oils.

He was left with no choice but to either feed it by force or by conspiring and tricking her into having it.

And the latter one seemed more pragmatic than the former one.

So, out of her notice, he started mixing CBD into her food— into her breakfast and dinner.

He made sure that he did it in the right proportion, and he took the help of his family medical advisor for it.

The best part about CBD that he could point was— even if he oiled CBD more than the required— it didn’t induce highness or cognitive disabilities to the patient.

At maximum, CBD overdose would signal an urge to sleep, and that’s fine as long as it isn’t altering the state of mind.

Over a few weeks, he started noticing a few changes— not drastically— but drastic enough to rewind smiles on his face.

His mom had stopped throwing soapy water into the compounds and premises— for whatever reasons— maybe CBD worked, maybe she was threatened by the society, or maybe she was boiling up inside to cast something else— but it all changed after she started having CBD.

She wouldn’t speak much— which was a slight concern, but she wouldn’t react to people around her either— which was a win-win for her.

So, did CBD solve his problem? No! Actually, her problem?

To an extent, it did— her arousal to vigilance had suppressed, and she steadily gained control over her brain.

Now the only challenge was to keep her dose in check whether she was getting it every day, but it was not as a worst condition to be in where she was before.

So. That’s how my friend made one of the sanest decisions to go for CBD rather than THC.

Well, adhering to all the political correctness in the world— we can’t directly characterize CBD as anti-schizophrenic compound (yeah, yeah! We need a hell of a lot of medical research). Still, I would ask— who wants to label it as long as it is working for you?

I am not interested in calling it medical marijuana or associating it with any tag as long as it’s available— I only care about its medicinal properties.

And that should correctly be your thought— let enthusiasts define CBD whatever and however they like— your battle is not to decipher the correct vocabulary and terminology for it but to use it in the society— so that it can transcend us to lesser suffering world.

So, what’s your schizophrenia and weed story? Get on board and tell us about your experience.

Note: We don’t promote CBD or THC usage without reading proper guidelines and laws of the land. Please, learn more about the legal aspects of your area before fixing up your mind.





