I survived the Boston Marathon bombing. Now I use cannabis to help me with my PTSD.

When I look at my preschooler’s beautiful smile, I am overcome with joy. But then I look at the scars on my body and am confronted with a question: Why am I still here?

My arm and leg were ripped open by flying shrapnel when the first bomb exploded at the Boston Marathon in 2013. I’m only alive today because I stumbled into a store where workers applied tourniquets to stop my bleeding. I’ve had eight surgeries and am scheduling my ninth operation in what seems to be a never-ending effort to heal, both physically and emotionally, from the blood, smoke, and fire I was consumed by on that fateful day.

But I am on this healing journey not only for myself; I also need to be healthy for my young son.

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