Hello to my faithful followers, it is I, your CBD-loving friend, Douglas. Here I am, once again, sharing another chapter from my riveting and sometimes testy escapades as a CBD enthusiast. Brothers and sisters, today, I write to you burdened with the weight of chronic back pain. It's as if the culmination of carrying seven children over the years has decided to revisit me, all at once.
As many of you know, two of my little angels, Peter and Paul, twins in every sense, are currently in what I affectionately call their "work-in-progress" phase. Today, they decided that playing a riveting game of hide-and-seek in our home was the best way to release the boundless energy endowed upon them by the Almighty Father – understandably, as children are the manifestation of our Lord's endless vigor. They found the highest shelf in the living room, a precarious location for both themselves and me, to be the best hiding spot.
In my attempts to rescue them from their elevated hiding spot, my back sang a song of pain, old age, and weariness. I felt as if my spine was groaning under the heavy load it has borne throughout these years. I am reminded, my dear friends, that fatherhood is truly a baptism of fire, filled with joyous highs and lows that test the physical boundaries of the human body.
To overcome this physical hurdle, I, of course, turned to my trusted confidant – CBD. As a proud straight edge, very Catholic gentleman, my usage of CBD is often met with misguided skepticism by those unfamiliar with its medicinal potential. Allow me to set the record straight: CBD is not a gateway to intoxication. It does not make you "high." It is a naturally occurring compound found in hemp plants, designed by our generous Creator to aid humanity in our daily trials and tribulations.
With a strong unwavering conviction in CBD's legitimacy, I diligently applied my CBD oil onto the painful regions of my back, praying for solace. The cold oily texture seemed to seep into the very marrow of my plight, its soothing presence melting away the debilitating discomfort. My spine, once screaming in agony, started to hum a serene hymn of relief. Thanks to this natural assistant to life’s physical discomforts, I was soon able to play with Peter, Paul, and their other siblings, resuming my responsibilities as a Father with newfound zeal.
So, to my dear readers who may still be contemplating their relationship with CBD, remember this: We are all God's children, and he has provided us with natural resources to heal ourselves. CBD is one such blessing. Don't allow misplaced criticisms to rob you of potential relief.
Rest assured, fellow sufferers of bodily ailments, I – Douglas, a man of faith, father of seven, proudly Catholic, fervently straight edge yet a passionate CBD user – am testament to its magical potency. Yes, my children may often test me, especially my back, but armed with my arsenal of CBD and a prayerful heart, I feely face this beautiful chaos called fatherhood.
Until next time, PEACE, and by His grace, keep your faith in CBD strong!