I grew up in a very conservative Christian home. When I was 16, I started to rebel and started dating a guy who was big into smoking pot. A few friends of ours got together and were smoking.
Apparently, K2 was cheaper and easier to get, so they mixed it into the weed. We smoked, and I had the most traumatizing event happen to me that I’ve ever experienced.
All this sudden, I had a wave of intense deja-vu wash over me. I felt like I was reliving a moment in my life and that I was on a loop that always took me back to that point. (Which in my head was my point of death).
I had a hallucination that felt like I was out of body looking over myself and my friends in the car. My face felt like it was melting off, and my teeth were crumbling into ashes when I bit down.. as if I were decaying.
I was rocking back and forth, looking at everyone in the car imagining what role they played in my life and what my lessons were to be learned from them. I started trying to imagine how to escape the car and felt as if I needed to kill myself and my friends.
I tried punching them and gnawing at them with my hands. I calmed back down when I saw the horror on their faces. I was so upset and confused that I shook uncontrollably for 3-4 days straight afterward.
Flash forward, I continued to have that same wave of intense deja-vu randomly, which only played into my story of dying and reliving events in my life. I felt as though I was out of body again, and everything was so vivid I honestly thought it was a reality.
I could predict what someone was about to say if I had it happen while having a conversation. I became paranoid, extremely fearful, and depressed. For so long, I thought I had anxiety, and I would go to a doctor to try to get relief with some kind of medication.
After suffering a grand-mal seizure, I visited a neurologist who diagnosed me with epilepsy. It turns out that the feeling of deja-vu had been seizures all along. It is called an “aura,” which is your warning sign that you are about to have a seizure.
Because they never progressed past “simple partial” seizures (your aura), into a grand-mal seizure, most general physicians didn’t know to diagnose epilepsy.
I have PTSD from that night and as a result, will have to take medication for the seizures for the rest of my life. K2 is evil.