The following stories are from Marijuana Anonymous members detailing their personal experiences with Cannabis-Induced Psychosis (CIP). CIP can manifest in a variety of ways and these accounts are not meant to define or describe all aspects of this form of psychosis or solutions for it. While not every marijuana addict will experience CIP, if you suspect that you or a loved one may be suffering from it, please consider reaching out for support from a health practitioner or other therapeutic resources in your community. What works for one person may not work for everyone, so know that different kinds of support are available. Even though this pamphlet is not meant to be comprehensive, we still hope that readers will find strength, hope, and a deeper understanding of CIP within its pages.
The Power of Addiction
I felt powerful. No one could convince me otherwise: I was a supernatural being. A sleeper agent. The chosen one. I alone had the power to save the world — or break it — and I knew they were after me. I wasn’t always certain about who “they” were, but they were out there testing me like a science experiment. Everything from literature, television, and even conversations had by people passing by, were clues to unlocking a greater secret to my powers. And they were after me. The knowledge I had of the universe was as terrifying as it was intoxicating — I was directly responsible for every great and terrible thing happening in the world. My emotions were ruled by chaos and paranoia, and with my safety at risk, I stayed isolated in my apartment, blinds drawn shut, taking hit after hit on my bong to keep out the voices and shadows that haunted me.
It wasn’t for another two years that I was informed I was not the chosen one: I was in psychosis. Marijuana had driven me to the brink of insanity. I was no longer in control of my reality. Weed was in control. I was confused, devastated, and in denial that something as simple as cannabis was the cause of this extreme sense of discourse. Another six months passed before I accepted my diagnosis and attended my first MA meeting. It wasn’t a clean break from cannabis — I relapsed more times than I care to admit. But the more I found community, the easier it was to stay sober. And as long as I stayed sober, I had access to therapy, medication, and the coping skills to become healthy. Health brought resilience — firmly rooted in reality. Now, I can accept life on life’s terms. Now, I can be more powerful than ever.
Cannabis-Induced Psychosis Changed My Life… For The Better
I’ve been an anxious person as long as I can remember. When I was in senior year of high school, I had to be hospitalized and medicated for my panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. I decided to go to culinary school to pursue my passion for baking. I smoked my first joint in college, and it changed my life. All of my anxiety was lifted, and I felt more confident socially.
My psychiatrist notified me that smoking weed on my mental health medications was dangerous, so I decided to stop taking them. Weed was a better form of medicine for me. I started taking edibles and tried dab pens for the first time. In 2025, I was away for the holidays and went into Cannabis-Induced Psychosis. My mom had to drive 14 hours round trip to get me home. I was hospitalized and stabilized, and the day I was released, I smoked a joint. That is the insanity of this disease. I went into a manic state and had to be hospitalized once again. I was able to attend my first 12-Step meeting there and realized I had an addiction problem. I found Marijuana Anonymous and I finally felt at home. These members understood me on a level no one else could. I currently have nine months of sobriety and I’m working the Steps with a sponsor. I have a relationship with the god of my understanding. Also, I was able to do a Hospitals & Institutions panel at the same hospital I was at nine months ago and share my story with people who need it. It is comforting that I’m not the only one who has experienced CIP. I am so grateful for what I’ve gone through because I was able to change my life for the better.
SOS
The first time I heard of Cannabis-Induced Psychosis I was in between transfers to psych wards. I couldn’t stop the suicidal ideations and I was put on anti-psychotic medication. I smoked as soon as I got home and the anxiety-induced hallucinations continued. The medication only helped so much before my doctor said I would overdose if they gave me a higher dosage.
I started to accept the ER visits for Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome but I was resistant to going back to the psych wards for my CIP. It took a toll on my friends, family, and partner but I didn’t care. I blamed it all on my childhood abuse and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. At the worst of it, I would smoke in bed half the time, and the other half I would be sleeping in a scalding hot bath throwing up blood. The screaming, crying, rolling on the floor, crawling back and forth from bed to bathtub became clockwork. I had panic attacks for hours, sometimes days. I heard voices, had violent visions, I couldn’t keep food or fluids down.
My father died of addiction abuse and organ failure soon after. I had nothing and nowhere to go. I spent the next year rebuilding my life. I was blessed with an amazing partner, apartment, and career. I was still smoking and realized if I wanted to keep these things, I would have to get sober, but I didn’t know how. I crawled into Marijuana Anonymous and read the story of the Lotus Eaters. I had a vision of what my death would be if I kept smoking, and also a vision of what my life would be if I took the journey of recovery. I made the choice to say goodbye to my beloved flower. I sailed away and saw the sun for the first time.
Waking Up In The Psych Ward
I’ll never forget waking up in the psych ward for the fourth time in four years. Another 72-hour medical hold for psychosis, but this time they kept me for five days. Years earlier, I received a misdiagnosis of Bipolar II because I wasn’t honest with my medical providers about the amount of my cannabis use. I battled with the idea that the mania and psychosis I experienced was either due to truly having Bipolar II Disorder, or if it was because of my excessive use of cannabis. All I knew was that my cannabis use wasn’t helping me anymore. For me, cannabis had gone from magic, to medicine, and finally to madness.
After each time I was in the psych ward I would seek to change. I tried inpatient, outpatient, and partial hospitalization programs—but I never counted my days sober and never attended a 12-Step program. That last time waking up in the psych ward, I set aside my prejudices and became willing. I found a four month long dual-diagnosis outpatient program, but I knew I was going to need more support. At the time, I didn’t know about Marijuana Anonymous (or even think to search for it) so I made the decision to start attending A.A. daily. At six-months sober, I found an announcement for a meeting of MA and it changed my life. I’ll never forget my first time hearing the Twelve Questions and realizing I was right where I needed to be.
I’ve been sober, one day at a time, for seven years. In that time, I haven’t had another episode of mania or psychosis. I am committed to staying sober for the rest of my life, because if I choose to use cannabis again, I know exactly where I will end up… back in the psych ward.
It Never Has to Happen Again
I knew it was coming. There were months of paranoia, of thinking I was seeing things but not being sure, of questioning my own reality every single day as I smoked but being unable to stop.
I found myself lying in bed, experiencing Cannabis-Induced Psychosis. It was the most terrifying experience of my life. Given the hours of my life I had spent online, frantically reading the pages on psychosis and CIP, I knew what was happening. However, I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop the terrifying visual hallucinations. I couldn’t stop my inability to put together two-sentence thoughts.
That night, I made the same promise to myself I made countless times before: that I would never smoke again. However, this time, there was a level of desperation, a knowing that my life was truly at risk, which I hadn’t felt before. I knew that if I kept smoking, it was almost guaranteed to happen again. Yet, the next afternoon, I smoked again.
That was the last time I got high. Two days later I called my sponsor, went to a meeting, and shared my experience. I just tried to do the next right thing. Having been brought to my knees by CIP, I could no longer hide the powerlessness. I couldn’t disguise my unmanageability. My life was on the line, and I began to truly work the Steps.
At first, I was fueled by fear, and maybe that’s what I needed to get to who I am now: a grateful, recovering addict. I no longer am sober just because I have to be. I am sober because I want to be. I am sober because I get to be. I get to live a life of hope, surrounded by fellows who have loved me until I’ve learned to love myself. I am relieved of the obsession of marijuana, and that is just the beginning of my journey towards serenity.
With the fellowship and my HP, I know I never have to experience CIP again. All I need to do is the next right thing.
Stopping The Voices
At last, I am at the hospital. I have been driving here for years it seems, chanting to myself, “this can stop, this can stop,” as the monster in my mind I have become so familiar with, a thing I call the Torment Nexus, taunts me: “It will never stop, this won’t work either, you’re doomed.” But somehow, some way, I know there is one more sliding glass door labeled EMERGENCY that I can still walk through. I know, dimly, that they made wards in hospitals for this. They must. It’s my only hope.
I smoke one last cigarette, still chanting, still not alone in my mind. I have already thrown my weed away, knowing that it was causing this madness to unfurl inside of me. I know something is very wrong, like a helicopter landing in a tree, but I don’t know what. Soon, I will learn the words “Cannabis-Induced Psychosis.” It happens when you smoke so much weed that your mind begins to mimic the symptoms of schizophrenia: persecutory voices, delusions, hallucinations.
At 2 a.m. (hospitals keep their own time), they will give me antipsychotics and it will, at last, stop. The dreams, the visions, the evil voices, the insanity: it will begin to ebb and withdraw, a dark tide finally going out.
Now that I’m on the right medication, my mind is calm, beauteous, and free, better than it’s ever been. It’s a miraculous change. With the help of a sponsor, a network of sober fellows, the Steps, and the sure knowledge of what would happen if I smoked again, I’ve been able to stay clean for months. The insanity ended that night in some ways, weeks later in others. God willing, it will never return. I just have to stay clean.
Note: This pamphlet has been written by Marijuana Anonymous members in recovery who have personally experienced Cannabis-Induced Psychosis (CIP). This pamphlet should not be construed as medical advice.
In our experience, the primary solution for CIP is to stop using cannabis. MA meetings and working the 12 Steps help many of us stay free from marijuana. However, we often need additional support to recover, and care for our entire well-being. This can include receiving guidance from a variety of professionals. To help express ourselves and make meaning of our CIP experiences, some of us have also found it helpful to seek peer-support networks outside of MA.
Enhancing our well-being can also include: attending to our basic needs, getting adequate sleep, connecting with nature, meditating, practicing mindfulness, creating art, dancing and movement, making and listening to music, or other self-care practices. When we are both gentle with ourselves and persistent in our efforts to stay free from cannabis, we can recover.
The Sixth Tradition of MA prevents us from providing information about treatment options, including rehab. Please advocate for yourself if you think you have symptoms relating to CIP and seek the types of support that feel safe to you.
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