There was a time when I couldn't avoid smoking weed. Not only I wasn't in the right environment to do that, but also mentally I was subjugated by the substance, as I was possessed by an entity that was modifying my Gulliver, which chemically actually was, and I was not in control of it.

Actually, the first battle was to defeat this positive attitude towards the substance, because how can you stop doing something you don't need if you think that, even in part, you do need it, or it does actually have pro argument in the use?

So, once I won the battle against the deity inside me, I was finally able to slowly impose my right mind and cement it into a healthy routine.

Now I am sober from it, and since becoming sober, I also have control over when and whether I wanna use it again, making me enjoy it for the first time ever.

This is a portrait of that defeated deity.