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After my second time smoking weed, I will never do it again. I was alone in my house. I felt like this dark abyss was crushing me sufficating me. Constant repeatitive beeps and noises echoing in my hard. I could barely walk and talk, I felt like I was being burried alive over and over. I felt like each movement I made took a century to achieve. I finally got to the kitchen sink and poored water all over myself. But I knew my mind was effing me up big time, everything I thought would come true and make it worse. I thought I died so many times that night.
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omg im so glad i found this .. so im a 15 year old female . i started smoking hardcore around january with my best friend . i got high by myself almost every day and i loved it even though i was kind of paranoid at times (for good reason, smoking in my room, smh.. ) i moved over the summer & met a few friends from school who wanted to smoke together . i spent the weekend at one of their houses then the following wednesday we smoked. i took 1 HIT . and coughed my lungs up, by the time i was done coughing i knew i was high. i didnt feel good though . i felt stressed. i went up to her room and layed down. i realized how damn high i was and ran downstairs screaming and freaking out and thinking i was ganna die because my heart was beating so fast. i begged them to let me call 911 or my mom . i thought a shower would kill the high so i got in her shower and continued to scream and cry. i was in the shower with all my clothes on & my makeup running down my face. i begged my friend to show me a picture of my dog so i could feel real. by this time i had killed all their highs and i got out and stood there for what felt like hours but was only 10 minutes and tried to put my makeup on. i felt like i was seeing everything in a frame-by-frame and it terrified me. i layed down on the cough and closed my eyes. i fought the panic. everytime i questioned anything i told myself to think about it later. my breathing was hard because of the high and i had a cold. my mouth was non-stop agonizingly dry. i eventually walked home and by then i was really high but not freaking out. i went to sleep & woke up high . i was high for a total of 16 hours.. i had only been high for maybe 3 before, if i was lucky. it was really REALLYY embaressing the next day cuz all they wanted to do was ask me wtf happened & retell me everything like i couldnt remember.. i ended up stop being friends with them & denied all the rumors. i want to smoke again but i never EVER want to repeat this again .. it was hell on earth. i might try to do some by myself to see how i react in a familiar environment... im not sure i want to though. i miss the old relaxed & happy highs ..
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Ive been smoking for about 5 years, 3 years of daily use maybe 3 or 4 times a day with a bong, joints and bowls. I will feel happy for sometime and all of a sudden get paranoid thoughts about everything and everyone, my own friends even. thinking they talk about me or are not telling me the truth about something, or they hide stuff from me. It started the day time yesterday thinking and over analyzing ppl in my life and how this one talks about me or talks sh*t and how i feel like my own friends talk sh*t about me to other, I get good highs all the time from pot, but sometimes the paranoid kicks in out of no where. I just want to know what can b done, what is the problem here?
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It was good to find this forum because I felt the same thing .. My friend gave me a split and said its top quality smoke with high levels of THC .. When I smoked it I felt that it was really strong ... But after that I went to VERY STRONG TRIP .. I started to feel the effect little by little but after few minutes I realised that something is wrong the high is too strong . I went to lie down on my bed .. At one point I felt as if I am having a panic attack , my heart was never beating so fast.. The effect was getting stronger and stronger .. I started to feel my heart beating , I started to hear the beating in my mind , closed my eyes and I just snaped in a way that I felt I was out of this world .. I was like in a dream .. I started to hear music in my ears , muzic that I coudnt control .. I just heard it .. but still I was able to think and be analitic , for I was trying to grasp my surrounding by thinking ''if I am going mad ? Why I cant stop that melody in my head .. but later I felt very relaxed ... After a moment I opened my eyes and I cuodnt understand the differene between whats real and whats not I WAS STUCK IN ONE MOMENT I tought it will never end . the feeling is like everything is spinning its impossible to understand where you are , you just see one picture of your room without the ability to think criticaly about yuor surroundings. I allmost started to panic .. BUT THEN , increadible happened .. I started to see MY PAST memories that I forgot a decade ago .. It was so strange its impossible to dscribe the feeling , I coudnt control my body as if I am a child young child with running nose .. Long term memries opened my eyes .. memories that I forgot a decade ago.. I remembered how my mom used to walk me to town when I was just as tall as her knees .. I saw my room and all those places in my house that I used to play in.. It was so personal , I was so confused , when I triped back I couldnt swallow probably I couldnt control my nose or tears, my legs where shacking , I was just out of my body bit wihtin my mind .. I took a book and I started to write down my memories .. I was afraid that I will forget them after the high is down .. I dont know how but I managed to find a pen and notebook .. and I started to write down my memories as close to how they looked as possible .. My past answered many questions for me .. It may be hard for you to understand but I think my conciousness locked many important memories .. One of the most important things I learned I remembered how much my mom took care of me when I was sick .. I had very strong illness when I was a kid but I allmost forgot about it by now , but I remembered everything at that moment , how my mom used to crie besides me and how hard it was for her .. I never respected my mom very much but now I feel so sad about it .. I was very sick kid for many years and my mom have been with me everywhere ..
After my experience I eneded up with allmost 40 pages of 100 memories from my young chilhood and I call my mom and tell her how much I love her every week for the last few years now ..
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hello , need help my son that is 15 years old has been experiencing severe withdrawal symptoms or some other symptom from smoking weed. let me explain he has been smoking weed for about 1 or 2 years now and 3 months ago we found out he was using it because he was complaing about not sleeping at nite and was seeing things in his head and people talking in his head. so we carried him to do a drug test and it came out positive that he smoked weed and it was laced with some other tobacco leaf in it. so from that day a few days passed and he would not sleep good and not eat good, so like after a week or so he came out of it and was back to normal with no problems at all. then 2 weeks pass it started up again just like that he was not sleeping and was seeing things in his head and this time it was worse as for days he was not eating , not bathing and not drinking anything , not sleeping for like 4 days just walking up and down in the house all day and nite just staring at things in the house, he would go in this block stage where we he would not say or talk to anybody and if you talk to him it was like you did not exist if u was in front of him . so we thought he smoked it again but we did a drug test a few times again and they all came out negative. so now we think it was maybe because he stop smoking and he getting these effects. so we ended up carrying him to the hospital where they put a IV on him to get fluids in him so he could start eating and drinking so he stayed there for about 1 week. he has been seeing a pysciatrist that was giving him zyprexa since he went in a hospital dont know if this is helping him or not. so after 2 weeks of this he came out of it and was back to normal as if nothing ever happen. so he was good for another 2weeks . now into the 2nd month of stopping . and now 2 weeks later this thursday wich is now 2 and half months since stoping it started back again he was good all that day with no sighns it just kicked in again just like that, he went back in to his block stage like he was in space or someting where he would not talk to anybody and just stair at you like you dont exist if you talk to him. so this now the 3rd time within 3 months he goes back in this stage, so right now he is back in the hospital again. so it seems he is good for 2 weeks like normal and then he goes for 2 weeks again in this blockage stage of not eating , not drinking and not sleeping and not responding to anybody that talk to him. so is this normal of the withdrawal symptoms of stop smoking weed and will it wear off now for sure? or could it be something else that is triggering something in his brains to be like this? it is just hard to believe somebody can be as normal for 2 weeks and then just clicks into this stage just like that and he is not even smoking weed or taking any kind of drugs anymore and has stopped. so he is normal and good for 2weeks and then 2 weeks of these symtoms and then good again for 2 weeks and then so on and so on for almost 3 months now please HELP?????
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Hey, i know this thread is old, but I wanted to reply Anyway. Mainly because the scariest part about when it happened to me . was the feeling that i was going through it completly alone. not much turned up on the internet, so here i am Saying YOU ARE NEVER ALONE. this has happened to me twice in my life. Yes i was dumb enough to heal from the first episode and try it again.I am in no way a doctor, but through these hard times, I researched so much into the subject that my two cents wont be a complete uneducated one.i hope that what i have learned will help anyone whom is will read this, and that it will bring some measure of genuine peace in body , mind , and soul. Because i know that going through something as horrible as this feels as though anyone of these 3 things are ready to give up. but you must remember, Life is worth all the effort and fight that you will have to do in order to overcome this nightmarish ocourance.
FIRST TIME-took more marinol (ThC pills) than i should have
RECOVERY TIME- about 4 months
.WHAT HAPPENED DURING MY HIGH?- it all started very normal, i know this because i had taken these little pills before. and like a fool, i under estimated how strong these pills really are. i remember feeling good, right up untill i felt a sudden sense of un explained panic and shere terror. luckily in this occourance my friend was with me. we had both taken them and were watching tv. cartoons i believe. at first i didnt want to say or do anything about it. so i just sat there trying to make sense of what was happening to my body. every moment that passed seemed like an eternity, and it seemed to be getting steadily worse. my heart rate was also steadily climbing as my fear and panic elevated. Everything i was expierencing visually seemed so unreal to me. everything seemed distorted. sort of like what you see when your trying to remember a dream you once had. this frightened me so badly that i just couldnt take it any more. my heart beat was going a mile a minuete. i stood up. and i told my friend to call 911 because i thought i was having an adverse reaction to the drug or possibly even an overdose. He was already peaking so of course his reaction wasn't the most conforting. he didnt believe me and thought i was trying to "freak him out" I panicked even more. i could no longer even stand. my legs had given out on me and i was on my knee's hunched over on the floor. i started to check my heart rate by placing my finger over my caratoid artery on my neck. but this only made things worse. because when i felt how fast my heart rate really was, it just made my panic all the more real to me. it felt as if my heart would explode and give out at any second. i begged and pleaded and argued to please call an ambulance and contact my parents. but he just sat down. he didnt believe me, i just stayed in that possition praing that it would go away. and after what seemed like a century it slowy subsided and i was able to make my way to the couch where i had been sitting and passed out to this very day my friend still believes i was trying to "freak him out" while he was high.
AFTERMATH-
The next day i tried to make sense out of what had happened. the most terrifying part was that it felt although i was still high. and that awful feeling of panic still lingered. my whole reality felt unreal to me. what i would see with my very own eyes seemed to me no more real than a vivid dream. i questioned wheather or not i was still alive, i questioned wheather or not i had gone or was going insane. i felt aas though nothing i did could snap me out of it. and every single moment of the day was a constant fight for sanitity. it went on and on like this for some time. untill i started to analize where all those bad feelings were coming from. i was doing a lot of wrong at that time. so i straightened up my act amd slowly but surely a started to think more clear. and after much work on my life. i felt like my old self after about 4 months tome.
SECOND TIME- Took huge hits of wax from a bong " concentrated thc" i had stopped smoking. but like a rat who doesnt learn its lesson the first time i went back to for the cheese, knowing full well i may get shocked.
RECOVERY TIME - still on going. this one happened about 2 and some weeks ago.SEVERITY-a billion times worse then the last.
WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED?-i was at work when my friend offered me a hit of wax. ( i worked at a tattoo studio where drinking and drugs are always encouraged) i refused the first couple of times. making the argument that alchohol is the only drug my body is able to handle properly. I even explained what had happened to the last time everything went horribly wrong. it had been about a full year since the last horrific expierience. but out of stupitidy and pride i went ahead and accepted the next time i was offered because i felt as though i was invincible and my body could handle anything i threw at it . i took the hit of wax and felt pretty good for the first 5 minuets or so. then something happened. i started to feel that feeling creeping into my body slowly as my high got more intense and more intense. i tried to distract myself. i went to go grab some tattoo supplies that the shop had been needing. so i hopped in the car and off i went. i was telling myself over and over to relax and take it easy, but no matter what i did everything made get even worse. not even the fact that i had gone through something similar not to long ago conforted me, in fact it made me feel even closer to death . made me think thoughts like " this time im going to die, i know it, im dying " I finally arived at my destination that was only about 5 blocks away. i had to interact with people and hide what i was going through and of course this made things even worse. at this point i thought i was at the peak of the event. boy was a sorely mistaken. i finally recieved the supplies i had came for ( i could tell i wasnt hiding it very well because they all had very strange expresions on they're faces. but how could i? hiding something like this is dam near impossible. i hopped back in my car headed to the closest drug store because also needed to pick up some distilled water. i tried playing some music i liked in the car , but music sounded so scary to me ( and to this day i cant really enjoy music while driving) i usally loved singing in the car. I arived at cvs (drug store) and parked my car behing the building where nobody was so i can try and get a hold of myself. i tried calling my girlfriend but even talking seemed like and imposible feat for me at that time so i quickly told her i was having anxiety or a panic attack and hung up. she continued to call me back . but i just couldnt answer . i felt paralized. my mouth was so dry and it was so hot that day so also begining to thing i would die of dehydration. my heart was going so fast it felt as if it was at my through. i couldnt breathe. my chest felt so tight and all i was thinking is "am i going to die like this?" i finally decided to try and manage to step out of my car. i did and sat down near some plants that were in front of where i had parked my car. i felt like i was passing out. nothing seemed tangible to me. and walking was impossible. my legs were usless. my calf muscles were so tight and my entire body began to shake uncontrolably. my adrenaline levels went through the roof and i tried to stand so i can run for help inside the store. but my legs wouldnt and could not carry me there. my mind was not my own. and my vision was dark and tunneling. i prayed to god to bring me out of this hell. i felt so guilty about praying because it seemed i only did so when i was in comple danger. so i even asked the devil to help me. (big mistake). i tried laying down on my back seat but the fear of passing out never to awaken drove me to a state of shock. i no longer new what to do. there i was knealing outside if my toyata corrolla on the verdge of death. i felt so alone. so i finally gave in. i did what i had promised myself not to do. but since it had been so long since i had smoked and the feeling was only getting worse a made the decision that was was happening to me was very real indeed. and not a symtom of being (Crazy ass high) i called 911. i told them i was having a sever panick attack and it just would not go away. this went back in forth untill i finally told them i needed an ambulance sent to me. while i awated them i surely though i was going to die, alone scared and unfufilled. when they arrived they took my vitals and declared my heart heart rate wasnt normal. and asked me i wanted them to take me to the hospital.i was so embarresed at this point that my panic levels were subsiding. this combined with the fact that people were actually monitering my vitals. here i was , tattooed wearing a muscle shirt to my old boxing gym, buzzed head and crying like was a child,completly embarresed but glad i felt safer on my way to the hospital. i arived at the hospital where they took my vitals again, and waited for someone to give me an akg for my heart . it had been at least 4 hours since i had tooken that hit from the bong, and my panic attack was barly starting to become barable. when it finally did. i decided not to stick around for the results of my akg for fear of a larger bill to pay. i ran out of there practicly. happy to be alive and relieved that that horrific fealling had subsided. i decided to walk back to my car to think things over, my car was no more than 5 miles away from the hospital. so i decided that walking was the fastest way. after all my boss was probrably thinking "what the *#*#*$ happened to him?? he only went for supplies" which usually only took me about 15 min. it was now dark out and had been more than 5 hours.
AFTERMATH- for the first month and a half, every single second of every day was so imensly difficult. even the simple act of breathing was so difficult for me it felt like i just wanted to stop, it was so exausting just to breathe. the only way i felt i could cope is curling into the fetile position and even this didnt really do anything other than make my agony a bit more confortable. i considered many times admiting myself into a psyciatric ward. i couldnt even sleep, sleeping was terrifying for me. or even eat! everything i would eat i would throw right back up!. i discovered that suger helped me. it would seem that something happened to my body during the episode that made my body have constant low blood suger. i discovered that bread and suger my body would keep down and it would help my mental state as well as body. before discovered the suger, my body would randomly begin to twitch and shake violantly. and i would begin to throw up. i couldnt see a future, or a past. it felt as though i was watching a movie of myself, and whatever i was doing felt sureal i felt detached and terrifified i would die at any single moment.
AFTER AFTERMATH- I finally seeked help wherever i could. and came to numours conclusions and serious mental break throughs throught the span of the second month. i wont go into great detail because this is less imortant, because it is different for everyone. and my objective is to help as many people as i can with this nightmare that can happen to anyone.
The main thing to remember is that you are suffering from Ptsd . yes thats right POST TRAMATIC STRESS SYNDROME. for those of us who have suffered such a bad trip from drugs that lingers for months or even years for some, it is ptsd. because our mind is so F&*CKED up on drugs at the time of the panic attack or anxiety attack, our mind amplifies it ten fold. and to us at the time of the attack death is as real and close to us as any soldier out on the battlefield. because we honestly truly believe that we are going to die at that exact moment, this is why somethings may "trigger" anxiety attacks after the initial terrible one suffered while intoxicated. things that reming you of being at that time. it can even be something as simple as listening to the radio while driving(one of my many triggers), or the time of day or light thats your eye percieves , if anything at all similR TO WHAT HAPPENED ON THAT DAY it may trigger crazy flashbacks of anxiety, panick and or confusion.
IN CONCLUSION- what i realized is that even when i was a child i felt very alone because my mom was never really around. this (acording to many psicology books) lead me to always seek a women. women have always made me feel better. but sex is no subtitute for real relationships. sex has always been the underlining problem for me. i always confused it for love. this caused me to hurt many good people. i think this is why i felt so alone. also when i was a child i remember being terrified of sleep, and of dying while sleeping. ( i believe many of my supressed feelings, sins and thoughts were all brought up at once, to lead to my meltdown. I currently however , as i right this. am feeling much better now. im not at 100 percent. but any improvment means hope. and hope if what you need to get through this. In a way i am very greatful that this happened to me. it has turned me into a much better person than i once was. the me 3 months ago isnt even half the man i am today. i know have a much closer realtionship with m mother and family. as well as my girlfriend whom i plan to marry some day. i even discovered that she has been suffering from the same exact symtoms after her mom was abruptly taken from her at a pretty young age. she had been diagnosed with cancer but was in remision. w=and without warning she passed away. so since this has happened to me, and i explained it to her, she no longer feels so alone anymore either!. for a while she thought she was going literally crazy like i was. same anxiety and panick attacks also. i couldnt believe she had been living with such a terrible burden alone. so im glad this happened to me. to help her with her issues and ultimatley heal our open wounds. that is also why i am writing here. so that i may help as many people as i possibly can!. because i feel that whoever has gone through this knows how dificult it can be. So my hope is to bring hope into those who feel hopless and alone. and to remind you that you are not alone!!!.
GOD BLESS!!
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Hi, i am 20 years old,
I smoked weed for the first time 5 days ago. i had also had a few beers. while i was sitting down i started to see dots. so i decided to go to the bathroom. as i stood up it felt like i lost all blood to my head. i went blind and my ears were ringing bad. i sat down i just concentrated on my breathing. this lasted for 1-2 minutes. i got back up and went back to my friends they were all fine and didn't have this problem. i don't have any heart problems or blood pressure problems.
It is now 5 days later and i still have a ringing in my ears. i asked an online doctor who said "The half life of some of the metabolites of marijuana is 20 hrs, however some of the break down products can have a half life of 10 to 13 days."
"The prolonged half life is the reason that you are still experiencing some of the symptoms."
Although i don't feel this is the cause. feel like the cause was the lack of oxygen to my brain.
i am still quite worried and have booked an appointment with the doctor.
I was wondering if anyone else had had this and if so how long does the ringing last. I hope i haven't given my self Tinnitus.
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Ive been smoking weed for almost a year. It used to be fun, untill i started dating this guy. I started having panic attacks everytime i smoked with him. last week he hit me what i would not have sex with him in the wood behind our high school. I wanna keep smoking because me and my friends have fun but im also scared.
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Hey, my friend and I have smoked a couple times but I got this "kush" from my sister and she said she was only giving me one joint cause she didn't know how my friend and I would react to it seeing that it was "good quality". My friend tried "purple kush" before with another friend and she flipped sh*t, started having a panic attack and throwing up and going through like every personality. So a couple weeks after we smoked the joint that my sister gave us, thinking that we would just get a regular high like the other times we smoked, but my friend went crazy saying it was happening again. I eventually calmed her down and we just went to bed but the morning after she said she was having flashes of out of body experience. She still wasn't fully herself when she went home either. She is kind of a worrisome person in general but we have smoked before and she was fine.
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me tooooo lol......................NOT A GOOD FEELING, Felt like I was fighting for my life, like my heart was going to burst, It was my first time having one but not my first time smoking.
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I've experienced it all, from the worst of the bad to the best of the good...these "bad highs" that onset usually within minutes can be handled, but it does require a degree of focus on your part.
You first need to catch it as it begins, as it starts. After you take the hit, become alert. Watch and wait for any sign of discomfort - accept whatever comes as thought in your mind and as emotion throughout your body. The key is to sustain a degree of awareness by watching it and not fighting/resisting it.
It isn't the THC that's making it hell for you...it's your habitual defense to it, mentally and emotionally, which in turn amplifies more of what you don't want... This might sound strange, but it's like in the movie inception when he says, "If I say don't think about elephants, what are you thinking about?"
In other words, when something disturbing manifests in the form of thought to you during one of these "bad highs"...the idea is to give it your attention instead of trying resist it AS it comes up...
Things go from Bad to Worse when you stop watching your mind...something will trigger a negative emotion that triggers a negative thought (if you're not alert and watching) this escalates fast. The Negativity from your mind starts feeding the emotion that becomes more intense and feeds the thought...so on and so on to where you reach the point of being taken over...
It takes practice.
The reason why this experience can be so miserable is because (without you realizing because you're thinking instead of watching) you're trying to resist your pain through the very source of the pain...like attacking your reflection in the mirror - it attacks back... same thing with thought...
I'm sort of writing this in a rush. I know this may not seem to make sense, but it's all I have time to write.
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