I’m 14 and have been wanting to try weed for a long time, mostly because everyone I know has smoked it and I wanted to know the feeling too. So I got in touch with a middle-aged relative to bring me some.
So yesterday, he brought me some, and we smoked weed together basically. I was taking big hits and wasn’t being told to slow down at all. In about 5-10 minutes, I got extremely light headed, my heart was beating rapidly, and I became very nauseous.
I needed something to drink, so I stumbled around the house and not even halfway around the house. I fell to the ground and lay there for about a minute; then I get back up.
Again, when I’m almost to the stairs, I fell back down again, and my relative helped me up and brought me inside my house where I then fell again on the floor.
Then, I eventually made it to the couch where I lay for a minute and then I don’t remember why but I was on the floor again and told him to get out and that I wanted him to leave.
When he left I walked outside, got in touch with my boyfriend, but he couldn’t hear what I was saying, so I called my mom and told her what happened, and she left work, and as I was on the phone with her I kept telling her to hurry and that I was going to die.
I felt like I was in a dream or having weird hallucinations while my stomach was aching and my chest was hurting and pounding, and my mom had to strip me down and help me into the cold shower where I laid there until she got me back out.
I laid on the couch in my drenched bra, and my legs still wet, and I eventually took a nap, and my mom carried me to her room, where I slept off the high. My lesson is to never smoke what you don’t know what’s inside of it. I’m telling you that was the worse and scariest experience I’ve ever had in my entire life.