I was supposed to be smoking with my boyfriend with whom I had smoked before in the past, so I felt like I could trust him and his weed. This time before we smoked together, we had gotten into a big argument, which was nothing new because we argued all the time.
After the argument kind of died down he went into the restroom and started rolling up and after about five minutes or so I followed him into the restroom and watched him roll because I was bored.
Once I walked into the restroom, he threw a complete fit and made me leave and closed the door behind me. At the time, I didn’t see anything wrong with it. I just thought he was still upset from the argument, so I just went and laid on the bed and started playing on my phone.
Fast forward to when we start smoking. He hit it like three times before me and seemed completely fine, so then I took two huge puffs not knowing that there was k2 inside the blunt and I instantly started feeling the effects.
I had totally lost touch with reality, and the room began to spin out of control. I sat up and observed the room around me, which was a kind of warped. I looked at my boyfriend and asked him if I was dead and if this was hell and he just stared back at me blankly and laughed.
My heart was racing, and I went into a full blown panic attack. Mind you, I have never experienced a panic attack in my life. I went into some kind of endless loop where I started doing and saying the same things over and over again without even realizing that I was doing it.
I don’t know how long I was doing it for because time seemed to go by extremely slow and my boyfriend wasn’t really being responsive to any of my questions at the time. In my mind, I began questioning my existence, and if I was real or if this was one big simulation that I needed to break out of.
Then I started thinking I was dead and God is showing me how I died so maybe I could fix it, but I failed again so I would be stuck in this reality which was hell to me.
That night still haunts me to this day. I can’t even smoke weed anymore because every time I do, I get sucked back into that night and start feeling those effects which were entirely and utterly traumatizing.