that isnt the weed man, there's something else doing this to you. something that has found a way to get to you through weed, and making you belive that its the weed but its not. there's someting else going on man, weed shouldnt f*ck you up like that.
that happened to me when i smoked climax (synthetic weed), and i was out of it. this lasted about 10 hours, it does end but until it does it really confuses you.
The exact same thing happened to me around a year ago when I got high. What your experiencing is called depersonalization or derealization. It's basically a mental defense mechanism where your brain reacts badly to the THC in marijuana, and you have a bad panic attack and feel disassociated. The effects can linger for a very long time after you last got high and give you that high, disassociated, paranoid feeling at completely random times. I've recovered greatly by keeping my mind off anxiety by being productive and staying in shape. It takes time, but you're not the only person who has gone through this. I made a massive recovery by staying positive and sharing my story with friends I could trust (not parents) and staying productive and active. I used no medications at all, and I recommend you don't either unless you've had significant anxiety issues before using marijuana. Marijuana through me head first into the world of anxiety disorders, and it's hard to find someone who can take you seriously, but I understand what you're going through and I'm here to help.
what did you do ? im going threw the same help me out if u can
It sucks i havent smoked since january 2014. The constant pannic attacks are terrible. I have medication for just incase the anxiety/depersonalization becomes too much to handle. It comes when i over think things and start thinking stuff like weed seems fake, i am dead and this is all a dream. My memories feel fake and i am confused between dreams and reality. I have had this for 5 months now and i have seen a physchologist which helped out a bit. I have been going gym which helps a bit. The first week was the worst because i was so scared 24/7 but now it only comes and goes. I guess time is the best medicine. I just hope i will feel better some time soon. I cant even drink alcohol anymore without getting a pannic attack, and before bed i always think i am having an allergic reaction. I guess some people can handle weed and others cant. Good luck to anyone who is experiencing similar symptoms.
That can happen 2 u anytime. Keep that in mind before posting such messages
I feel same "attack" that you, the first one like 20 years ago, the last one like 10 or 12 days ago. You need to be the owner of ur self, so... why u smoke? to have a funny time? to look like some stupid "new social wave " in ur town? because is the prohibited fruit?, if you do it to a have a nice/funny time, keep reading me, if not, GTFO, don't touch drugs unless you already have 40 or 50 years old, then you can make the right choice, then you will know the right answer, but now, you need to know that u're touching the time to make real all your nightmares, so, GTFO.If you smoke to have a nice time, maaan... u said that u have a little experience but weed makes u have some really shitty time, so, basically u said, that smoke don't give u whats u was looking for, so, dont u think is stupid keep doing something which not give u the desired profit/target... cut smoke, maybe the right drug for u can be to do some nice travel around the world, just keep with ur family doing nice things whit the best people for u in the world, and u know... there is not hard to do some money, then look for stuff that u really like to see, to feel, and take a fly and go there, who the hell can said if maybe can be the best high of ur live, know new people, places, etc, maybe u can learn much more faster doing this way, and finally u can understand how stupid is damage ur own brain, the only machine in ur body able to feel the world around us. u need it, or u can end like the stone that all people beat in the street, if u are lucky enough, because maybe u live in a place where there is not much population and u wait longer beetwen shoe beats. Look around you and think hard and long before become to doing stupid things, at least, think a bit longer when u take the stupid decission than the right one, and dont bother asking us something like "ofc, but whats is the Right choice?", u know it, and if u still dont know, ask ur parents, brother, grandmother, whoever u love more, they are magic, will give u the answer before u ask them, I promise.
Hey what's up yall. This is an extremely important and comforting thread. To whoever started it I applaud you. I too am on my fifth day and having these symptoms. This is my story, gear up it's a long one.
First, here's a little background on myself and the situation, I'm a 21 year old medical student with no prior diagnosis of any mental disorder (anxiety, shizo, etc). I'm at my parents house on a couple weeks vacation. This would be my fourth time smoking weed. The first three times smoking weed I felt great and had no complications. Five days ago (thursday night) I smoked a bowl of regular ass weed out of a water bong with 8 of my buddies. I was the last to hit it and it actually made two rounds before I even took a hit. I took just one hit. 5 mins in I felt nothing. 10 mins in my legs and hands started to shake and get numb. 15 mins in I started getting extremely dizzy and felt like my heart was gunna beat out of my chest. My head literally felt like it was going to explode out of my skull (like a knife was cutting right through the middle of my head), I honest to god thought I was having a heart attack and later thought I was having a stroke. I was sweating profusely and my breathing was extremely heavy and labored. I was no longer control of my body. Some may call this a "trip" Fearing my life, I called an ambulance as one of my buddies drove me home.
Night 1: My buddy dropped me off at my house and I was sure I was having a heart attack. I woke my parents up and told them i called an ambulance. When they asked why I just told them that I loved them and if this is my last night that I'm sorry for all the mistakes I made including this one tonight. The ambulance came and they rushed me in the backed and strapped me up. I was freaking out. Nothing was real. My body was convulsing at this point and about 5 or 6 different emotions kept taking turns playing in my head (fear, anger, guilt, mostly fear). I was seeing waves of blue and yellow light and had extreme tunnel vision. My mother road in the ambulance with me and the paramedic in the back was trying to calm me down. He hooked me up to an EKG to monitor my heart rate and rhythm. I was at about 175 beats per minute which is nearly twice as fast as normal. The paramedic kept telling me if I didn't calm down I could have a heart attack and he said my weed was probably just laced with PCP. I disagreed and said that none of my buddies felt this way. He put an IV in my arm and oxygen in my nose. The oxygen didn't help, it just frustrated me. He began running some fluids through the IV in my arm to try to dilute what was in my system. I arrived in the emergency room still tripping sh*t freaking out. I still felt like this was gunna be my last night. Doctors came rushing into my room and began doing their usual tests. I was grasping my dads hand as I was still convulsing in the bed, freaking out , breathing heavy... tripping out. They ran some meds into my IV to calm me down. After about 20 minutes my heart rate was low enough to step out of bed and give a urine sample. The urine sample came back completely clean except for the THC (active chemical in weed) obviously, and the medical staff couldn't believe it. They have never saw anyone react this bad to just one hit of weed. They gave me some more meds to make me fall asleep and within about 2 hours all together they got me out, saying it was just a trip and you will feel better in the morning. I don't really remember the car ride home, probably due to the sleep meds. (Oh they also sent me home with some BS paper on marijuana abuse like I was some kind of drug addict.)
Day 1: WTF just happened. I woke up in my bed and thought that the prior night had to be a dream. How the f**k could marijuana do that to a person. I was cloudy, foggy, in a dream-like state. Started talking to my parents and try to figure out why this happened. The rest of the day on just laid in bed feeling like sh*t, dizzy, out of it, disconnected from the world and yes I hate to use this word but, "depersonalized" I thought okay well this is just a bad trip the drugs are still in my system and I will be fine later today or tomorrow. Around 10 o'clock at night I started having a panic attack. I don't know why. It may have been induced by the drugs, I may have always had it and just needed a traumatizing event like this to bring it out of me. The panic attack lasted about 2 hours before I finally fell asleep. I would wake up in the middle of the night panic a little and fall back asleep. I essentially got a shitty nights sleep.
Day 2: I developed the flu and omg did this make everything worse. I had the usual flu-like symptons achy, vomiting, diarrhea, lack of appetite , achy, achy, f*****g ACHY. Stack this on top of my already screwed up mental state and the day was filled with more of these panic attacks. I was breathing heavy, scared. My parents had to calm me down all day. I began to start to think that this might be permanent. I was afraid to be alone. I thought at any moment I could just pass out, stroke out, have a seizure and just die. I thought this because my head felt like nothing I have ever felt before. It wasn't much of a headache or migraine it was more of a pressure + numbness. IDK it was dynamic (the feeling in my brain kept changing). I finished out the day still foggy, and in a dream-like state and you can also add a panic attack or two on to that.Â
Day 3. FOG, FLU... god damn it. Spent pretty much the whole day by the toilet. My parents encouraged me to go outside and get my blood flowing to maybe clear my head a bit. I refused because I was too sick and even if I wasn't sick I was too afraid to go outside alone because at any moment I thought I could die. I tried playing some video games but I couldn't go for more than 15 minutes without feeling like I'm going to stroke out, pass out, whatever. This disappointed me because this is one of my favorite things to do. Almost put me into a depression I began to think I would never get out of the dream-like state. I don't know if I ever seriously considered suicide but it was one of the options that was bouncing around in my head. I just wanted this f*****g state of mind to end.
Day 4. FOG FOG FOG f*****g FOG. I got angry. I seriously thought that by today I would be feeling more like myself. I thought that maybe I had permanent brain damage at this point. Freaking myself out. My parents didn't believe me, no one believed me thought I could have something seriously wrong with me. I kept pleading to my parents to take me back to the ER. They refused saying "It's all in your head". All in my head GTFO of here, "you don't know what I'm feeling. This is very real and very scary. I'm having trouble putting together complete sentences, thinking as deeply as I usually do, and am afraid to do anything with anybody because I don't want to resume normal life like this is some sort of permanent thing. I pleaded my case to my grandmother, a former nurse, and she convinced my dad to take me back to the ER to get some head scanning done. I got my brain scan and they found nothing abnormal. I described to the doc exactly what I'm telling you guys now and the only answer he has was that it was headaches from the drugs causing me have vision problems. He is a well respected Doc in the ER don't get me wrong, but I do think that any of you guys that had this or are having this now know that it's not migraines blurring your vision. LOL. They gave me some migraine medication through my IV because that's the only thing they could think of what's wrong. One was liquid Benadryl and I forget the other one, I'm sorry. They sent me home and said just give it time. Walking out of the hospital I felt like me again. My mom took me to get food and we laughed and I felt joyous that this whole thing was finally over. Right before I got home I started to get dizzy, out of it, dream-like again. I felt perfect for 45 minutes WTF happened. My head was completely clear. Currently I'm chalking it up to the meds, but it could also have been the peace of mind I got from the CT scan saying I didn't have any physiological brain issues that would make me die. I'm kind of ruling that out because that kind of sounds like this whole episode we are all experiencing is psychological when I 100% sure this is a chemical reaction our brains had to the weed or the experience in total released some chemical(s) that are causing us to feel this way.
Day 5: I'm still feeling the same way but I've been reading a lot of your guys posts and It's really giving me hope. I write you guys my story so that you may be able to relate to it and know that there are other people out there feeling the same way you do. Our brains are very complex machines, so to say that a drug affects everyone the same way is irresponsible. I honestly don't think this is permanent. I think we have to keep hanging in there and literally wait for the fog to pass. I truly believe this will be a part of our lives forever, but not because our mental statuses will be like this forever, but we will all carry the story and experience to help us grow as individuals. I personally will never smoke pot again, but that is definitely a personal choice. I'm going to drink lots of water and get outside and moving. No sense in sitting around all day and scaring yourself.
If you guys have any questions about my current experience or would like to give me some insight feel free to reply. I will be back on in a week to post an update on how everything is going.