Upon reflection I realize how I have been using cannabis as a tool. 

Isn’t BPD very black and white thinking; a smaller periphery of context to enable greater depths?

I can’t always “see” my mind doing this in the midst of it happening. But, when I get high, I can recognize I am now at the mercy of the chemical cocktail of cannabis I’ve introduced into my brain. 

I practice moving back to the realities of my senses and the neutral data I receive there. As I get better at it, I am increasing the craziness of mind realities I can stay anchored within. 

Not recommending this practice to anyone, mind you; just sharing a responsible application of cannabis if all the stars are aligned. 