I am bipolar, and I know what my highs are and what doesn’t seem right.
It’s just, yesterday, last night, didn’t seem right, ok or normal.
First thing is, my highs are normal and always in control – basically, as long as it’s not over two or three blunts.
Which is strange, because I had 10 bowls (small ones) of bud being passed around altogether.
So can somebody help and share their experiences with k2?
I think a girl I smoked with was really smoking my bf and I up on k2.
I’m not sure, but I had a pretty awful trip, and now just paranoid and can’t feel anything.
I mean, everything feels like it’s not there? Or not real….
I remembered two out of the four people I smoked with, were laughing at me. I heard something but then it faded, all sounds.
I couldn’t hear – I mean, I did hear things – but I couldn’t talk right, and I couldn’t get anyone to hear me.
Or so I thought.
There was a torch lighter and a regular lighter that was used.
There were two bowls going around in a circle.
I couldn’t feel my body. I couldn’t feel or see things straight at all.
I started getting paranoid, and thought those two were just laughing at me.
I remember saying some things, but I sounded as if I was slurring my words.
I don’t know, now. My boyfriend kept telling me, you’re really fucked up. You’re really fucked up.
I kept asking him things and then again another time.
I had a few conversations, and I guess I was really out of it, since everyone was laughing.
But I didn’t see anyone get affected like I did.
I’ve smoked a lot before, but that time it seemed different and scary.
I’ve never been scared like that.
Well, not really scared – just detached from my body.
Eventually, I got up after telling my boyfriend we had to leave. I didn’t even know that I said that to him.
So he said were going.
I was confused. I don’t even know how I remember all that.
But sooo paranoid, so I guess that’s why. About 3hours of hell.
When I got up to leave, I was grabbing my stuff.
I couldn’t see and wasn’t shaking, but my body felt like it was vibrating so badly. I couldn’t stand it. I could but my body wasn’t real. I didn’t feel my presence.. ?
I couldn’t feel that I was there.
I kept drifting into my mind deeper and deeper and kept my thoughts inside for the better part of it. At least I thought I did.
Some I could control and didn’t say anything out loud that was really bad.
Although I was saying things, but I didn’t hear them.
Mostly I had said things but I wondered how’d they all hear me? Why can they hear my thoughts?
Well, I was having conversations with all of them.
It had been 5 times that we passed the bowls. So really, it was 10 times in total after rotation.
I didn’t focus much on anyone, it felt as if I had drank a lot.
I remember when the bowls were being passed the first time, it didn’t hit me hard right then but after that, I was lost.
My mind was there, but I was stuck. I couldn’t get out and I was yelling to get out of it.
It was disturbing.
I had flashbacks.
I felt my body falling, well not even there just still but moving very fast.
My breathing seemed to be picking up, but I wasn’t hyperventilating.
After my boyfriend had his second to last hit, I took two hits from the last bowl.
I don’t remember much after that.
Eventually, we got up to leave after not remembering at the moment that I said we had to leave.
I saw text messages from my mom and looked at the time two times or three.
I did realize that I wasn’t in control as much after smoking.
I think I saved a lot of trouble for my bf by leaving early.
I stumbled a little when I went for the attic door to leave.
I could remember what to do, to leave, but I had a loss of balance.
I thought I was going to vomit more than four times. My stomach was sick already from not eating too much. Very bad feeling.
But I had eaten a good portion of food before I left to smoke with my bf and crew.
I walked down these spiral kind of stairs. I almost fell and missed steps. I slipped but didn’t fall, I caught myself before anything bad happened.
Each time I was taking another step, it was darkness and I was walking on nothing but a black surface and it being just gone. I mean like no ground. I was moving on nothing going nowhere but going somewhere I didn’t know.
There was nothing that I could really see. I could see my feet and stairs every time it mattered most. Very helpful so I didn’t break my neck.
I could make out a few things, but just felt really drunk and as if I had passed out.
I know that it felt as if I was drunk, because I flashed back to when I was really fucked up after shots.
Nothing ever felt so bad as that day. But yesterday came close.
When I finally got down the stairs, I slammed the door hard not realizing. I stumbled but was still walking sort of correctly.
I was in the moment to jump over the step, didn’t get hurt but was weird.
I walked to my bfs car and he had moved the car.
I looked at it and saw I moved closer and closer.
That was another thing. The whole time, I didn’t fucking know how each time I walked or got up, I ended up somewhere. I didn’t remember moving.
I never remembered walking but going to the stairs.
Everything else it felt as if I teleported each time.
I was standing, realizing that I was still there, here on earth. But I couldn’t for the life of me, remember how I got around the whole night.
I stood near the car as it was on, I stopped there and of course was dazed.
I all of a sudden snapped out of the trance and asked him, “how long was I standing next to the passanger seat?”
He said “a while”. I couldn’t move from that position it seemed.
Anyways, I finally got into the car, and we were off to my house.
I asked him, “are you okay to drive?” He said yea. I wanted to make sure because I really was fucked up.
I didn’t remember much about how I got upstairs into my building. I think I might’ve hit the wrong button at one point and ended up on a different floor.
Basically, I knew that I had finally had gotten to my room. It was hard trying to act as sober as I could.
My mom was home. We said hi to her, then went straight to my room. I don’t remember walking, but at the end of the night when we started sitting on my bed.
I started to realize today that yesterday, I was doing things when knowing what to do but not knowing I was.
When you’re drunk, you do things normally but don’t remember it. When I was drunk, I got myself home after being dropped off somewhere maybe close to home, I don’t remember. I found myself home after unlocking the door. I didn’t remember me entering or people being there at all. I had made it home safe.
That’s how it felt when i smoked that night. It felt as if I was walking and staying in control but then remembering nothing.
As you can see, I remember these parts knowing there are snippits of my memory.
Honestly, I’ve been paranoid after smoking too much.
But this was different, it was a trip and I kept asking what strain it was.
Nobody told my bf and I. They said they didn’t know.
I had bad after affects, I knew something was wrong.
So like I said, we were sitting on my bed, and he was coaxing me every time to stay near the bed every time I got up and walked around the room.
At that point I could feel my feet. at least hear the steps. They were soft but loud in my head.
I couldn’t breathe and felt I was panicking inside my head inside my body… I could breathe but not properly.
Then that feeling of walking and not remembering how I got to each place came back.
I just remember walking around my room, maybe in circles at some point.
I was stuck again, I mean still stuck in my head.
I felt like I was more in my body, I was more tipsy then.
I felt unattached still but I was there. I was grounded onto the floor.
For a long part of the time I was home, I felt my feet sometimes nailed down to the floor, I felt pain but no pain.
I don’t how to explain it. I was uncomfortable, very unsteady.
Now that I think of it maybe that’s why I couldn’t move at other times.
Not exactly the answer to all of my spazzy movements, but a little bit.
I forget a little more in between from 10-10:44 about. I don’t even know, just estimating.
I was shaking inside my body again, still.
I was freaking out.
I had gotten to that stage of shaking constantly. I’m not sure if my bf realized I was shaking.
Back at the house where we smoked, I could see my hands shaking none stop and me spinning.
My body spinning.
At my house it everything was spinning, but my body more shaking. It was shaking and I was being jerked from side to side.
Something was pulling me and grabbing me.
I didn’t say much of a response but I heard myself screaming and screaming.
I wasn’t screaming but I was screaming in my head.
Something was pounding in it, taking over my mind. Something dark. It was clouded and scary.
That’s when I flashed backe to when I was being picked up by two men and being thrown onto the bed.
My bf probably saw my struggle. I know he did, I knew it was him, but I started to squirm. I was falling again.
Physically and mentally.
He held me up, so I know and knew that he was keeping me from harm. I was grabbing his arm and felt as if I was burning up.
I think he said “calm down” a few times, as if to reassure me, which it didn’t.
A few other things happened, I’m not sure, probably me just slurring my words and my head spinning yet again.
I hit my head a few times against the wall by accident. He hit his head too, but yes, both fucked up lol.
I can’t remember so well now, but he was looking at me when laying down.
I had gotten on top of him.
Next thing I knew, I fell next to him onto the bed.
It felt like I didn’t though. Again it felt as if my body just was there the whole time.
I ended up there and I wasn’t exactly sure how it did.
Even though I remember things, if only because he reached out to me and was still talking to me.
Then about a few minutes later, I realized he said, “you don’t know what you’re saying, you’re confused/imagining it.”
I’m not sure he was right but then again, I don’t know what I said for sure.
I knew something was wrong though. I could feel it.
I felt vomit coming up and my head going down whenever I felt it coming up.
He said “don’t throw up.” I forget what I was typing before but, i think I was mentioning when I finally laid down. I had fallen next to him and sat straight up.
I don’t remember how yet again, it felt disturbing. Like as if I was possessed by something evil. I felt shocked , and my body felt pushed back and knocked over. But ended up back I don’t know where.
I think I was still on my bed.
So, what I was saying, is that I kind of remember getting mad or having a manic episode, not knowing at the time when it was happening.
It happened fast and my bf kept trying to relax me.
He was fucked up, too, so not so much help. At that point I was the one who wasn’t there at all, maybe.
Didn’t feel anything, my heart felt like it stopped for a long time, it seemed forever. I knew after a few min though, that I had wrapped my hands around his throat.
I felt my hands frozen or hot at the touch of his skin.
Where, how my hands felt wrapped around his neck. For that short time, I couldn’t, no words came out.
I wasn’t screaming inside anymore, but I was crying inside but no tears, just nothing still.
I felt as if the whole night I had blacked out but aware that I was somewhat there and could understand enough to not hurt myself and do something by accident.
Now I forgot , oh I remember, before my mom interrupted me lol.
Ok so sorry in advance.
The reason right now that I can comprehend what I’m doing is because I’m drowning everything but music and my words through text.
Seems that I can only do that for now.
It’s gotten me scared and kind of afraid, but still ok to walk around without passing out or standing frozen.
So back to what I was saying:
I realized I had wrapped my hands around his neck and shook him. I couldn’t remember it but I felt movement of what had happened a few minutes afterwards.
My whole night, I couldn’t keep my body or mind in the moment.
I was doing things I felt twice and slowly while not knowing whatsoever. I couldn’t stay in my body.
It felt as if my soul was detached – my whole body wasn’t my body. I wasn’t in sync with it.
I wasn’t moving, but my body held on a little more to reality than my mind.
It’s fucking scary that, not really scary but confusing and disruptive to my thinking.
I forget again.
Ok, so I had felt that I had done something else and forgotten that I had.
I had lost control for a few minutes, maybe more.
That time I wasn’t able to control my actions.
That’s why I felt emptier even than before. All I knew clearly was that feeling of guilt and warmness with what my hands had done.
Luckily I didn’t do anything too harmful.
I’m actually diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
So that’s why I’m trying to figure out what happened last night.
I know it wasn’t just weed.
I know it must be k2, spice. Whatever u wanna call it in your term or whatever. They’re both the same.
I looked up what else can be smoked to cause hallucinations and bad trips.
I’ve read the description of this drug and came to a conclusion it was that but hadn’t realized.
It was dark in the room we all had smoked in. For a good amount of time.
There were light pointers everyone was fooling around with. I remember those dots of colors. That was a cool part before I started going insane in my head.
So k2 is a synthetic type of weed and is used when not being able to get the original.
It’s highly addictive I think. I forget what I read about that part.
It’s extremely dangerous and has a ton of chemicals.
Causes hallucinations, agitation, seizures, red eyes, dry mouth, sweating and less of control, increased hear rate, uncontrollable body movements, paranoia. Psychotic episodes. Loss of emotional attachment.
I’ve realized I had those symptoms yesterday after researching it.
Now I have to know if it was really this. That this was the cause. I have to know. I need views of others.
I don’t want to find out it is, mostly likely is though.
I’ve never fucking tripped that hard, and I’m still shaking in my body right now.
I’m thinking in my head, but confusing myself and not sure how or what my whole body is doing.
I do know but I’m confused and shaken up emotionally.
I smoked a lot about this much or more. But that I knew was weed, I had no affects just happy and relaxed as fuck. Big blunts and Hotboxing.
I know this was not something I had felt from lighting it up before.
I can sort of come to the conclusion it was this but maybe they really didn’t know it was this drug. That this is, maybe I just was given it.
Like I said before, I felt two certain people just laughing at me then handing me something. I’m not sure, I don’t want to think that they did something but yea.
Worst trip ever.
I’m most likely sure now because my hallucinations were awful and I couldn’t stop shaking,screaming, moving and not remembering, lashing out and felt like I blacked out for a few hours.
Anyways, like I said, I’m trying to find out what caused this horrible but mostly confusing trip I had last night.
Hallucinations are 10x worse than on marijuana. It can produce worse hallucinations/ bad hallucinations when taking k2, instead of bud.
You don’t have to smoke much to get a high like when smoking the regular stuff. You smoke one or two and you’re lost and high as ever. Bad trips or good.
Taking at least 3 bowls is enough. If more, it’s said to intensify the hallucinations and make it worse.
The reason I mentioned I’m bipolar is because bipolar is a mood disorder, where your moods shift from down low to highs, and happiness and bursts of energy.
I feel a little unstable right now, with psychotic/manic episodes.
That means I get violent and feel no stop and out of control. Violent and can’t restrain myself. Nobody can stop me until I can realize that I’ve done something bad or exhausted enough to come back to that calm feeling.
I’m not sure anymore, and I don’t know what to do next.
I can’t, I don’t want to find out that this k2 is the cause for what happened to me last night.
I do but I’m scared after being out of life.
I guess I need to be reassured as to what this was. What last night was.
I need help/opinions views on what people think. Way you think.
Experience I don’t know good or bad anymore.