Hello fellow parents and CBD enthusiasts, my name is Douglas and today I am compelled to share my experience on the therapeutic effects of cannabidiol, more commonly known as CBD. Now, as both a meticulously-albeit-cheerfully devout Catholic and a straight-edged parent to seven boisterous and high-spirited children, I've walked a rather different path from what your typical CBD user may look like. I don't drink, smoke, or even invite caffeine into my body. But the physical trials of being a full-time father harken for something substantial. And that substantial something for me is CBD.
My arch-nemesis, it seems, has become osteoarthritis. A dull ache in my joints that crescendos into a sharp pain, especially on these crisp fall days. This morning, the ever-familiar stiffness in my fingers was particularly insistent, making menial tasks like making breakfast for my eager brood, or quiet time praying the rosary, more challenging.
A typical day for me involves herding this dynamic septet of mine, each armed with a boundless supply of energy. And believe you me, managing this household is a physical feat akin to running a marathon, except it's an uphill marathon with no finish line in sight. The rounds of soccer, tag, and the multitude of requests to be ecstatically spun around or piggy-backed only exacerbated the throbbing pain in my hands and knees today.
Despite this Spartan-style training regime courtesy of my children, I remain steadfast in my duty – both as a coach for young souls and as a steward of my body. I am living proof of the idiom, "the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." So how do I counteract this physical wear and tear without compromising my spiritual beliefs or dependence on artificial pain killers?
Enter my faithful and humble ally, CBD, sent from God's green earth itself.
I chose CBD because it offers a natural means to combat my joint pains without impairing my mental clarity or causing any dependence. The beauty of CBD lies in how it interacts with our body's endocannabinoid system. This morning, after the initial breakfast chaos subsided, just when I could feel an especially grueling day of arthritis unfurling, I administered a few drops of CBD oil under my tongue.
Remarkably, within an hour, I felt its effects. The gnawing ache in my fingers began to quell, my joints loosened up, and I was able to knead dough for our homemade pizza night with a gentler ease. With reduced pain, I was at liberty to fully partake in my children's day of adventure with minimal discomfort.
The dull pain from my arthritis didn't vanish entirely, mind you. What CBD does for me is to dial down the intensity of the pain and inflammation. Unlike conventional pain-killers, with CBD oil I feel more in control.
In today's day and age, CBD carries a form of stigmatic novelty, so unrightfully. Here's me, a religious and straight-edged father of seven, testifying to its efficiency. CBD isn't just for trendy millennials, it's for every arthritic dad who is looking for a natural, non-addictive method to manage pain. To embrace this wonder without compromising his beliefs.
Until next time, when another joint decides to stir up a storm, I leave you with this: let our bodies benefit from the goodness that nature and God has given us. Remember, CBD is just a prayer and a droplet away.