panic attacks caused by marijuana

Haha wow, I feel the same way. I thought I was the only one. I'm 14, smoked about 7 times. The weird thing is, sometimes you get the feelings in your body, but don't really freak out. I get this weird pins and needles feelings everywhere in my head, neck, back, and stomach. Also, whenever I lay down and turn over, I can feel the liquids in my stomach sloshing around. It definitely has something to do with being depressed or stressed. I've had about 3-4 panic attacks, but they seem to be less intense the less i do and the slower I do it. The best thing (for me, anyway) to do is to sit or lay down, maybe put a fan blowing on your face(or get cool), try and get some milk to drink (trust me-it works), and if possible, a spoon of sugar. I Highly recommend also distracting yourself, as it is VERY easy to do when high, and it helps instantly. I watch cartoons or talk to my high peeps around me to calm me down. A comfortable spot is also recommended by me, someplace that you are at least semi-familiar with, with not too many people around. Soothing music, or music that makes you feel good or brings out welcome memories, are also very good for distractions. Just know and remember that NOBODY has died directly from weed, and know what you're going through is normal for yourself, and you'll be okay. I would also recommend taking a Benzo (anxiety pill (can be addicting though, so be careful.)) before smoking, as that's REALLY helped me to mellow out, and even lead to a better high. The biggest thing to me is the physical reactions. They physical feelings up my mental self. Thank you, whoever started this forum. You've helped tons of people, including me, in helping me to know that I'm not alone. Its like a sign, we deal with our stress and can then smoke, or just freak out every time we smoke (or just not do it). If all that fails... just try to sleep through it! :O :-P :O

first of i opologise fron spelling and grammar as my diazapan has kicked in

I am a regular 19 year old out-going guy, class clown in school and very soical often exploring new towns and makeing new friends. I started smoking resin out of a crudely made jucie bottle bong at about 15 behind a closed down store in town (useing a garden hose as a downpipe and soket from a wrench as a bowl), I remember the first time i seen this contraption and thinking mabey i should try a joint but i was talked into it. I can honistly say that i probly got more of a high of the amount of tobaco they had mixed with it as a bulker, wich turned out to be from a giant foot long extreamly getto "cuban cigar" that resembeld a tree branch in brown wrapping paper, brought back from some ones holidays to turkey or some place like that. after that i didnt smoke again because i found it a pointless waste of money, that is untill i got to college @ 16 and stupidly started smokeing ciggarettes as they became more enjoyable with my lunch time pint(been gettin into pubs for a while). outside my college, id probly say at least half the college smoke and the bushes behing the buildings are littered with use bongs and so on, but anyway back to the point, I started smoking regular at college and eventually bought myself larger amounts and started going to a friends house at lunch time where between 4 of us we would rapid smoke a quater of hash via bong and a few joints this was when i first built up a resistance and it never left me because i kept smokeing ever day and bought myself a meter high bong from the internet (my mum knew i smoked as weed was a big part of both my perents lifes, as the worked various jobs of importation/dealing with the likes of howward marks and other famous importors of the day, they both served long jail times and now my dad is a health feind, drinking nothing but flavoured waters and doing tia chi every day, and my mum is far to messed up after a number of strokes , and they both lead what i would call a "boring" life) anyway my collection of bongs has grown over the years and I have smoked continusly from then, resently i was graced with a half bar of fine top quallity home-grown from wales i do belive and i have been smoking myself into near coma every night, 6 days ago now i woke up and smoked my wake n bake bowl i allways leave packed for the morning hangover and i noticed a slight tightness around my heart i thought nothing of it as i am one of them people who dont care and just get on with it. 3 days ago i was sitting quite relaxed playing a game with my cuz. stopping after each half hour play for a joint and i was half way through my joint when the tightness became so intense i could feel my heart pounding as if id just ran a marathon. and just as sudden as that started i had intense rushs of adrenalin and it floored me, i didnt think i was going to die but i can defently see how it would make people feel like that. i went back to my house and asked my dad to make me a Dr opontment and he said just go lay in the bath and gave me a diazapan the bath helped so much so i just went to bed thinking that was gay thank god thats over, i awoke in the morning to the same feeling but a lot stronger wich i dint think was posible,.

i got a lift stright into town and got a train to my mums town and got an emergancy opointment as i colapsed as soon as i got into the doctors, i manganged to regain some control and told the doctor all my symptons but was reluctent to tell him i smoke because you could go in there with your arm hangin of and if you admit to smoke they would put it down to that, as they are very backwards and uneducated in drug effects, reluctently i told him and my mum mentioned somthing about how you dont know whats in that willy nelson people smoke these days , he asked what willy nelson is and my mum explained how hash is bulked up with anything people can fit in there, such as old vynal records, IE willy nelson just a local slang for the badly produced hash we get here in britan. i then said about how i smoke all natural organic skunk of wich i know its grown proply because i have visited the guy who does it (in small small anounts about 2 times a year so dont go looking for him if your the police reading this :-P ) he sent me stright to hospital for tests with a doctors note wich i read and it said i had been smoking cannabis laced with vynal records...... i felt like death at this point so i thought f**k it, itl make them test me good. i was kept in and went though all the standard tests ecg chest x ray echocardiology tests and so on, all came back fine apart from collestarol but thats another story (il be dead by 40 with it as it is lol nice to know) i am now here 3 days later of frantic reserch, still very much the same as i was apart from when on dizapan (2 grams twice a day once if i can help it) and all i have found is reasureing information wich isnt helping but has eased my mind alot, things such as the linden method (garanteed to have you anxiety free or your money back for up to a year, $117) there are alot of s**m that will offer useless theropy, you only need to do a youtube serch you that. theres also a girl on there who has done a recording of her talking softly and it is eraly suething just remember, no matter how trumatic these experiances can be, YOU ARE NOT ALONE & YOU ARE NOT DIEING & or even causeing damage. its just extreamly hard to deal with, so bad the first thing i reserched was the most humain death as i didnt know anything about this and thought that death is more apealing than a life with nothing but this , as i fear suffering not death, i have quit weed and smokeing and am just waiting for my chemical levels to reset before i start smokeing weed again, but i will never smoke the amount i did again and the bong is out the window

first of all.. just like to mention my own story... I have recently taken a break from smoking cannabis while renivating my new house.. it has taken us months to get alot of work done..... While i have had many problem after problem with the house... ie/ leaks in roofs.. collapsed drain.. lots more issues too i was ok with it all.. them about 1 month ago i was taking a break from weed.. whhen 3 weeks into stopping i had a panic attack in work.. The night before i only had 10 minutes sleep was really irritable.. a couple of night before i woke up and was drenched with sweat.. so back to main story afetr 3 weeks of stopping cannabiis i was subject to this panic attack in work and i thought i was just going to go home sleep it off etc.. but i have felt like c**p inside since.. it has been 4 weeks and a few days since i last smoked cannabis. I was just posting to try and get more people to post in about there experiences..


i was thinking that all along it could have been just stress which look like most of the symptoms are veryy simliar. Maybe it is .. all i know i have never been this stressed before.. maybe because i stopped smoking that all the stress has just hit me when i am used to dealing with it through smoking cannabis. I just hope that i dont have to keep going back to the doctors... i went on my 4 week abscence of smoking cannabis and he said he didnt think the stopping cannabis would have anything to do with it... really i wanted a second opionion but just feels like i have a black cloud over my head and that it wont lift because my brain is just thinking about what has happened and that something isnt right?

Keep posting in guys.... i know a friend who had to take the beta blockers for months after cannabis use... he said he is now 100% normal but it was a long process for him.. Havent even got the mentality to play any computer game or even watch a dvd doesnt excite me.. that is my main feeling.. nothing can make me laugh or excite me :-(

plz post in and share any tips....

I posted on another topic about cannabis and some 1 recomened that taking a good multi vitamin.. drinking lots of water and green tea.. I am also trying to get down the gym a bit more regulary and taking a sauna dunno weather this helps... hopefully i can post in soon saying i am 100% normal and it was all stress related and not the cannabis withdrawal :-(

I'm in my 30's and only been smoking pot regularly for a few years. I had my first and strongest panic attack the secod time in a while that I smoked, a few years ago. I could hardly stand up, felt like my heart was beating out of my chest, and had shortness of breath. I was worried I might need medical help. I couldn't believe this was the experience of such a "harmless" drug.

But after smoking for a while I realized this is normal for people who don't have a tolerance.

The second time was recently, after I had taken a break for a few weeks. I took about 7 hits off strangers J's at a Blues Traveller concert, and felt like I was on a stimulant not pot. I wondered if someone had some meth or something in the J I smoked. I was scared or my health and couldn't sleep for several hours with my heart beating and had to go home immediately and lie down.

The last time was a few weeks ago. The last time I had smoked was the night before, but I was depressed and had been smoking too much so my body was kind of saturated and I was out of it. Walking home after not being able to concentrate in a class, I felt bad about my life and started hyperventilating. It was the first time I just started hyperventilating without any acute drug use. That led me to stop doing bong hits and get a volcano vaporizer. Because you can't get as high, it keeps you from doing too much pot.

So in my case the first two panic attacks were probably just from smoking my usual amount when I didn't have my normal tolerance. The last one is worrying to me... I think it's a result of smoking too often so that my feelings get bottled up and have no other way to escape.

It actually reminded me of how I sometimes get these mini panic attacks with shortness of breath right and trembling before drinking or smoking cigarettes or pot after a long period of abstinence. It's like my part of my subconscious is really stirred up and trying to say "don't do it", even though other parts of my subconscious are wanting to "do it". The conflict spills out into trembling.

I too have had a similar expeariance.
Things started out normal and about 15 mins. into my session my heart started pounding, i was sweating, pale and it fellt like i was going to vomit.This was the first time this had ever happend to me and everytime i use it keeps comming back.

I myself have also had a panic attack.
Everything started out normal and about 15 mins. into my session my heart started racing and i also felt shakey, abnormal breathing, qweezy and not in control. o.O
And every time i use my symptoms keep reoccurring.

what do u think of this story:

Im at a very posh Chicago YUPPIE party,
and Im kinda socially uncomfortable to be there in the first place, because everyone is older, dressed fashionably, married, and has a job;
and Im wearing beat-up green cargo pants and a t-shirt, single, and unemployed.

So, Josh hands me a brownie and tells me to eat it, and says that it has weed in it or something,
Without really thinking, I eat the brownie (afterall its just a harmless dessert).
Next thing I know, I get REALLY high, and my heart starts beating 160bpm, and i become delusional and psychotic
and my head feels extremely "fuzzy" and my mind is racing uncontrollably
and I am about to pass out and puke
i felt like i was gonna die

While the horrible drug and psychosis was taking hold, a hot yuppie woman engaged me in conversation regarding her prestigious Law career. I tried to respond intelligently, but wasn;t making any sense. She started laughing and pointing at me, and motioned for her hot yuppie-chick friends to gawk at me.
"Excuse me" I said, "Im not accustomed to being on such a copious quantity of smarijuana, and I think Im having a psychotic breakdown."
The yuppies laughed.
"Im job hunting and no one will even interview me"
The yuppies laughed some more.
"My brain feels like it is transmutating into a gelatinous organism-- can I perhaps get your number?"
The hot yuppie bit***s were now mocking me

...Before I knew it, I was having a psychotic breakdown in the middle of the posh yuppie party-- extreme display of mental illness-- the ultimate faux pas. The room was spinning as grotesque yuppie faces distroted in front of me: mocking me with their high paychecks and their sanity.

My head was spinning uncontrollably,
with every heartbeat, I feel like Im going to have a heart attack
My throat is clenching up and closing, and Im getting very dehydrated, and cant breathe
I go in the lobby and start yelling that Im gonna die
so i want to call 911
but max takes away my cell phone
I try to fight him to get my phone back, but he wont give it back
so i run out into the street, and find a taxi, and I tell the driver that Im having a medical emergency and to call 911
the taxi driver rolls up his window and drives away, completely ignoring me
Then, i tell a random Asian passerby that im having a medical emergency and i need him to call 911
and he just walks away too


well i thought i was dying
then finally josh calls 911
and an ambulance comes and they took me to the hospital,
and my heartbeat was dangerously high
and i was dehydrated
and they thought there was more in the brownie than just weed (like speed)
Im lying strapped to a table in an ambulance, looking at my beeping heart monitor, panicking and freaking out, convinced I am about to have a heart attack no matter what and that am on the verge of flat-lining

I should most probably be furious at Josh an Max, right?
they didn't want me to call 911 cus they didn't want to be arrested
(they supplied the weed or whatever it was)
They were willing to sacrifice my health to save their own asses


i was having a panic attack,
i was shaking and shivering and about to pass out
and even if the drug itself wasn't going to kill me (weed is supposedly harmless), a "panic attack" can be just as dangerous

Fu Mikechu (12:19:54 AM): that's one hell of a story though
Fu Mikechu (12:20:01 AM): between the cabbie that drives away and the random asian

yeah no one cared
they thought i was crazy
if i was really dying, which i could have been, they would have rather let me die than call 911,

Fu Mikechu (12:23:09 AM): lotsa people die like that because their friends don't realize how serious it really is, they didn't realize how close you were to death, if indeed you were that close. You know?

Im 17, living in the UK. I started smoking bud with my mate about 1.5 years ago. After the first few tries I was loving it - and as a result we started smoking huge amounts every day. We'd just sit in my mates room and get stoned, order pizza when we got the munchies, listen to sum tunes and then smoke some more and watch a film. We used to get through easily 1/4 in a night!

Then, when more of our friends started to become interested in smoking we obviously invited them round for a "session". Me and my mate had serious tolerance for our age and showed the newbies the way...

Then things changed and loads of people were all stoners. The buzz got old and we were just sitting in another mates garage and getting stoned. In the cold. No fun.

Then everyone started drinking, whilst smoking. So I followed and loved it. Totally out of f*****g control though!

A few months of this then out of the blue came the scariest experience of my life:

I got home one night at about 11:30. I was completely intoxicated on bud and spirits (Southern Comfort if I remember correctly). I fell asleep but woke up at 2am - on my own. Don't ask why but I rolled a pure green spliff for myself and smoked the whole thing...

I got back into bed but my mind started running away from me. I was convinced I had seen a face when I closed my eyes. Then I thought I was going mad. My heart started racing and I started shaking uncontrollably. Cold sweats and everything - even thought I could hear voices!

I must of taken 3 hours to get to sleep and the next day I was on schizophrenic diagnosis websites! I felt disconnected from reality - it was horrible. :-(

I stopped smoking weed on that day which was in November 2007. On pretty much every attempt of me smoking I get anxiety, apart from at my mates were it all started - when its usually quite enjoyable. I just feel like a novice smoker again - a proper lightweight.

I can't smoke with loads of people anymore though as they all know about my experience and I feel like there all watching me! Lol para!

Hopefully with some persistence i'll recover and get back to normal.

It has brought out some serious anxiety in me though!

Thanks people, I'm sure you'll all recover in time.

Treat the herb with respect. Its religious in some cultures, and can be deceptively powerful.

Thanks, Joe. ;-)

This is the worst experience of my life by far... quite possibly one of the worst panic attacks from weed ever...

So some friends come over with some weed... FYI I've smoked one time before, and I'm not even sure if you could count it, because it was such a small amount... Anyways the blunt comes my way so I hit it... I'm still normal at this point, typical newbie coughing... we smoke for all of like 5 minutes, Me my girlfriend, and two good high school buddies... One other friend was there who didn't smoke...

The high hits me... i feel very relaxed, but am acting a little hyper, I'm making jokes and everyone is laughing (obviously)... I can tell everyone else was very calm... but i felt like i couldn't stay still...

Then after maybe only like 10 minutes after smoking, i starting feeling very confused... nothing made sense to me... it felt like i was reliving the same 5 second over and over again... i was thinking a lot, a whole bunch of things flooded my mind...

I remember looking at my girlfriend... i focused on her as hard as i could... but i felt like something had taken control of me, like my actions were already planed ahead of time, I started getting really scarred... i thought god was punishing me, i honestly thought i'd been stuck in this alternate world (like hell) where i would be tortured for eternity...

Then i snapped... I started screaming at my girlfriend... i wanted to see if she was real, but it seemed like no one could here me it felt like i was all alone...

I got up and ran out of my apartment screaming... screaming and crying, i ran into a lake yelled for it to stop, I was screaming that i was dying, that i in fact NEEDED to die... My friends came after me... they thought i was joking and didn't know what to do... i stared rolling on the ground, i remember pulling up the grass and screaming for help... Then i took off for the street and i remember neighbors coming out and seeing whats going on...

At this point i thought everyone was after me, that everyone was trying to kill me, EVERYONE... I felt like i was going crazy (probably because i was) I remember my friend grabbing me and trying to drag me inside... but i felt like i had some super human strength... i couldn't feel any pain... my girlfriend tried to cover my mouth and i couldn't breathe, i begged them to stop, i begged the neighbors to help me, i was screaming as loud as i could for help...

Once i was inside i felt like i was having a heart attack... i felt like my heart was going to explode inside me... i begged my friends to kill me, i screamed at them to end the pain... it was the most intense pain I've ever felt, i felt tortured... everyone was trying to calm me down... i begged my friend to kill me.... that i couldn't take it any longer...

After i realized they wouldn't do it, i tried to kill myself... i ran to the bathtub and tried to electrocute myself... i tried to fill up the tub with water, and drown myself... it took all my friends effort to pull me out of there...

The pain in my chest was to much to bare at this point... i couldn't see anything except weird colors... all i could focus on was how fast my heart was going... i grabbed my best friend and begged him... i told him he need ed to kill me, that if he loved me he would end my pain... i begged him to kill me quick, i looked in right in the eye and saw him crying, i told him i loved him and that he needed to kill me before i hurt someone, before i made a big mistake... everytime he tried to move away i grabbed him and told him that i hated him for not helping me... that he "would be dead to me" if he didn't help me...

Next i remember the pain in my chest reaching a "climax" my heart felt like it was about to stop, like each beat was going to be the last one... i was on the ground, on my knee's i think... I looked up at my friend who didn't smoke... i told him that he needed to kill me, that i was going to die anyway, and that i wouldn't feel it anyway... But he needed to end the pain in my chest that i couldn't take it anymore... i begged him crying... He didn't say a word to me, i told him to go into the kitchen and grab a knife and stab me.... he still wouldn't move... I threatened him, i told him i would kill him if he didn't kill me first that i would kill him with my own hands right then and there...

i remember faintly my friends holding back from hurting myself... i started slamming my head against things, punching walls... my girlfriend called the cops then...

i sat down and couldn't remember what had happened... i was so confused, and very scared... everything was such a blur... the cops came inside and asked me questions... i don't remember much... i answered as best i could.... just sitting there felt like an eternity... it felt like i had been sitting there for what seemed like (literally) years and years... i wanted someone to "knock me out" make me lose conscious... i want someone to hit me, sedate me anything to make it end... i was very very very impatient... the cops were talking and i kept telling him to "shut the f**k up" over and over again... then he would tell me that it was my fault... and i starting feeling really guilty... i starting apologizing to everyone... i was begging for their forgiveness...

some EMT personnel came next, took my vitals asked some questions, which i felt like i had already answered a million times...

Soon everyone had gone except my girlfriend and my one friend who didn't smoke at all... they took me to bed and i felt like i was in such a daze... that everything that had happened was just a dream... and that in the morning everything would be normal... i now was very relaxed and fell asleep...

When i woke up the next morning i couldn't believe what had happened... i thought it was a horrible dream... i had cuts and bruises all over my body, my arm and body hurt... the house was trashed...

i haven't talked to my friends or neighbors yet and feel that I've let myself and friends down... I hope that no one goes through this, i feel that i came so close to death, and am so very thankful that i didn't hurt one of my friends or made any really stupid decisions...

This experience happened to me last night. I had been smoking regularly for the past week and am always very mellow...just content and having fun...but this time I FLIPPED out. Suddenly I felt very uneasy, like something horrible was going to happen to me - I couldn't rationalize it but it kept getting stronger. I turned all my lights on and resorted to staring at myself in the mirror for 45 minutes to calm down. I was shaking uncontrollably and my face felt like it was covered with hot needles. My feet and and hands were completely numb and my heart would intermittently thump like crazy. If it weren't for doing research on the internet and seeing other peoples' experiences, I would have felt like I was actually going to die...the anxiety was so intense. Another strange sensation I had was the feeling that my head was becoming unattached to my neck. I take Strattera for ADD, so I was thinking the two might interact adversely. This terrible trip lasted about 3 hours until I was able fall asleep (still tripping somewhat). Today I am feeling dizzy with a headache and an uneasy feeling. I don't think I will touch weed for a long long time.

I too have had similar experiences that make up a pretty crazy and long story.

To set the scene 'll start out with something recent and then move back to the summer when i first experienced my panic attack.

-About 2 months ago I found out my brother had been selling drugs for a few years. I didn't think much of it, but was waiting for that day when he asked me to smoke, as a 17 year old who had never done that kind of thing, I was anxiously awaiting that day. It finally came about a month ago. I was chilling with my brother after school when he said hey you wanna smoke. I excitedly said yes as he started making an apple bong.


Now rewind to this summer. Before i knew my brother was a selling sh*t. It was a normal summer night (well...early morning - about 1:30-2pm). My mom was at her boyfriends or out or something and my brother and i were just chilling and hanging out. All of a sudden it happened. My first panic attack - EXACTLY how some of you have described yours. But as
far as i remeber i didnt do anything. Didnt smoke, pop pills, nothing.

-Up until yesterday i never made the possible connection between drugs and my panic attack. I stumbled across "freak-outs" and "bad trips" when reading about smoking after my first real high that ill get to later. But back to the story.

I started cold sweating. My heart was pounding, too fast. Faster then ever before. My head was spinning. I didn't feel attached to my body. My brother was freaking me out. Everything I looked at scared me. He knew something was wrong and was concerned. He said stop it you're scaring me. I freaked out more. I told him to stop it. Then the climax came. I experienced the most intense pain i have ever felt. Everything I was experiencing multiplied by 1000.

I thought I was gonna die.

I knew i was gonna die.

I knew i was gonna go crazy. I was going insane. I wanted it to end but it felt like it never would. Time was speeding up and slowing down at the same time. I was screaming at the top of my lungs and had no control of anything going on. I couldnt control myself. I had no sence of anything. My brother was completely and underly scared. He had no idea what the f**k was going on. I took one more look at him and started screaming louder as i took off running and jumped down 15 stairs landing and crouching in the corner. Still screaming/ sobbing. Saying what the f**k is going on, stay away from me youre f*****g freaking me out.

It was at this time when my mom came home. My brother was trying to explain what had happened. She was freaking out too, but tried to calm me down. Looking directly at her or my brother almost threw me into a full panic again. She tried to get me to go to bed and calm down. She got me some water and went into my bedroom. The light was burned out so she was changing it when my heart started beating again. I thought ohh sh*t as it hit me again.

I started screaming. My mom knew it was happening again and dropped the glass casing that was over the light fixture. I was running around, going crazy, knowing it was over. I was definitely going to die this time. I ran upstairs and then as fast as it hit me it was gone again, but i was left in a shaking ball. My mom and brother rushed me to the ER.

After waiting for about 2 hours I finally saw a docter. He thought i was on drugs, along with eveyone else there. I immediately took a piss test, which to this day dont know how it turned out. I still think my brother might have slipped me something but havnt been able to ask him yet as he was kicked out less than a week ago after being busted by my parents with a qp and $1800.

In the ER i had 2 more intense attacks, and was shaking nonstop and my heart was till crazy fast. My head was pounded. I finally fell asleep. I woke up and was put in the Psych Ward for a week. I had a few more mild panic attacks and one more intense one but have never felt normal to this day. Everything looks different. I hardly remember normal but i know i havnt felt it for a long time. I have no one to talk to about it either. I didnt think anyone could understand what ive been going through until i found this.



I was going through a lot at the time. Parents divorce, dad moving 2 hours away, school wasnt going great, dad saying sh*t about my mom cheating which might have been true i still dont know, mom getting a bf, losing our house, parents going bankrupt, moving, etc.

I had went to a counselor for my panic attacks for about 2 months after the attack. But it didn't seem to help much. I was on anti depressent medication along with some other anxiety drugs. My mom said alot of people have anxiety and tried letting me know i wasnt the only one. I knew she had never been through anything like i had been. The whole time i knew it wasnt just a panic attack, or just anxiety.

Since that night I have not gone an hour, let alone a day without thinking of it. I have developed what i think is paranoia to anything related to the subject. Its extremely hard to think about, let alone talk about. I have learned to cope with it to some degree but it still haunts my life.


I agree with what many people have said about it being stress related. I have since tried to cope with the things in my life, but still don't feel normal.


Now, back to about 2 months ago (about 4 months after that experience/my first panic attack).

We smoked about 2 bowls out of it, but i didn't feel much. I'm sure i was doing it wrong, or like some people say you just don't get high the first time. I never felt anything, more a mindset of me wanting there to be something and my mind playing tricks and me and faking it, but i was really normal.

I smoked about 3 times a week for the next 2-3 weeks without really getting high either. It wasn't much that i smoked, but i didn't want to get "too high" and get in trouble from my mom who usually comes home a few hours after me.

Yesterday I went to where my brother was staying at his friends apartment. We smoked up like normal, but smoked more than normal too. It was just 3 of us, and we smoked about 3-4 (cant really remember) tightly packed bowls. I had at least 8-10 good hits. I felt like i usually did. We went out in the living room to watch a movie. Some more people came over and then i started feeling it. It was awesome. I don't need to go in the details of it because im sure all of you know it. But through the whole time there was still a sence of paranoia. I know that is brought along with any kind of pot, but it was really the first time getting high. I might have experienced some mild panic attacks, which made me google effects of pot and me coming across this website and making the connection to my first panic attack 6 months prior.


I am know scared of smoking again because i feel that like many of you have confirmed it can trigger something like this. I want my panic attacks/paranoia to end so i can finally lead a normal life and smoke and experience a truly great high.


If any of you can help that would be awesome. Even me just finding this and knowing im not the only one is amazing. I know its just in my head, but all of you who have experienced something like this know how real it feels. I want to feel normal again, but still want to fully experience pot because i dont think i really have.

Thanks for reading such a long story, it's probably slightly confusing i know i jumped around alot, but its a long story and i had a lot to say. It feels good to type this stuff and know that there might be help out there for me.

hi jonny and everyone,

i am smoking pot for at least 6 years now.
i had 3 trys to quit before but i fell of the wagon everytime.
this is my 4 attempt now and it lasts 4 days now.

i experienced my first "panic atttack" about 2 years ago.
at this time i had no idea that it could be related to pot since this was a very experimental time in drug usage for me. (extasy, cocaine, alcohol)

i quit all those things very fast but not the pot since i loved playing video games and painting on pot.

my second attack i had after 2 days being sober becouse of all my dealers were outt of pot at that time, it happend in the train to a nearby city whrere i knew somebody who had sill pot. its starting with some kind a whrong breathing, then it starts to tickle in the fingers an toes (whis is a result of the whrong breathing, hypervantilating) then i felt sick and all this scared the sh*t out of me becouse i had still no idea why this is happening to me. i have been always a very healthy guy, doin a lot of exercise eating well and so on.

i got these attacks a couple more times, the last one was yesterday, but i knew this one was comming so it didnt scare me anymore but of course its still there like i have no mental control of it, it doesnt care if i am scared or not, its totally subconsciously and in my case it didnt go away unsell i fell asleep.

i realized now all this is happening becouse of psychological matters.

as many of you i experienced personal problems at this time.
we lost our house becouse parents screwd up their bussiness and many other things were buggin me.

a couple days ago i went to the doctor to check me up, she said im physical healthy but i suffer of depression and adviced me to a shrink.

however i will go for the shrink sessions, becouse i ralized the source of my problems.

since i am a person who does burry negative emotions deep within, i wasnt able to realize that these could be the source of my attacks, also underestimatet the effect of the brain to the body.

i wont fail this time, i will quit smoking. dont get me whrong i still love being high, but the price i pay is just to big at this time.

when i am a menttally healthy person again, im sure i will smoke a little again :>

but until then i will use all my power to get things straight in my life.

this i recommend tto everyone eho is suffering negative effects of smoking.

@jonny you seem to experienced a very screwed up attack :>
i recommend to not smoke until you can be sure you are metally healthy,
and not only being in good mood, i mean relly having no major problems subconsciously. i think the you will experience pot as something fun.

i hope my post will help you as your posts did help me,
i wish everyone a healthy life.

remember, the most people out there dont smoke and seem to enjoy everything at least as much as we do :>

be strong

Dariq

P.S. excusde my shitty english ;>

I won't bore you guys with my story since it's exactly like how most of you describe, but IT JUST SUCKS SO BAD! I had only been smoking for about 6 months before I had my first panic attack. I went and bought a $200 vaporizer and now I can't use it b/c I'm scared I'll go apeshit again. I honestly wouldn't wish the experience on my worst enemies. I don't know how it feels to quit an addiction to something like meth or heroin, but it's hard to imagine it being anymore crazy than this.

MY ADVICE: Deal with it.

Seriously. Some of us simply unlucky when it comes to weed. As much as I love to smoke, it just isn't worth risking another panic attack. Mine last from Saturday night to Wednesday afternoon (I went to the ER Sunday night). I nearly got alcohol poisoning during my spring break last year and even that didn't compare to the amount of terror I had in my mind. I asked all of my pot smoking friends about it and of course none of them had ever experienced it...and they've been smoking for ten years nearly every day.

I guess I'll just stick to beer. At least I'll save money now that I'm not smoking anymore. I would probably go back to smoking if I knew the panic attacks would only happen for an hour or so. I just can't take this feeling out of reality of 2-5 days c**p.

So next time one of you light up a joint, ask yourself, "Is it worth it?" ....I know weed won't hurt you, but the panic attack is real. You can drink milk, try to calm yourself and excercise all you want, but the fact of the matter is some of us just can't smoke. I hate it, but that's the sad truth. I might start popping xanax if I ever feel like getting high. Screw weed. I'm done.

Not true.

Last month i took only 3 hits and had a super severe panic attack which i had to call ambulance for , first time in my life, cuz i thought i was going to die. At that time, i thought the weed was laced and didnt even think of it being a panic/anxiety related issue. Until last week. A friend came by and gave me a bit of weed , i was a bit scared cuz of what happened last time but also I thought that since it was new weed and different dealer the weed was good so I rolled a 1 paper and took 3 hits and the same thing happened but not as severe and not as long lasting. I cant smoke weed anymore cuz even with the lightest amount I get these panic attacks. The rapid heartbeat and gasping for air and screwed up breathing patterns are the worst and cause the panic to kick in with the fear of death. This is the first time this has happened to me after 9 years of smoking all kinds of bud. I really hate it that this is how my weed days had to end. I wish I made my last GOOD trip worthwhile and special. But I cant even do that now. and am way to scared to try. on a plus side,reading all of your posts in various forums with people having the same thing happen that happened to me, i feel like im not alone.

that was my reason for quitting, i would get the panic attacks, where none of my friends would so they thought i was weird, i stoped smoking as much and i would still get them, may be not everytime i smoked, but everyother time, now i am clean for 5 month and went through a hard withdrawal stage, and it was all woth it, i feel way better now, weed made me paranoid. i even started being scared to drive on the freeways when i was high, or see people, i do not want to be this person that is scared of everything, before smoking i was so brave, i enjoyed life it self, which is where i am now again. It takes time to let go and move on, however life is so much more colorfull without the bud. Good luck