I was 14 years old, and my friend and I smoked weed with my brother. We used a gravity bong which is pretty much just a water bottle in a cup. The high was really nice until I got into my room. I laid down on my bed, and I was seeing all kinds of insane stuff in my mind, I remember looking out my window and seeing New York City. (I live in a very rural community lol).
Anyways, this tunnel/ colorful black hole formed in my head and I could feel myself falling back into it.
It felt good, it was relaxing- until I got too far into it. It felt awful, and I would shoot up and gasp for air. I repeated this a few times until I came to a conclusion. I remember thinking to myself “something is trying to stop me from seeing what’s at the end of this tunnel.” As I thought about what could possibly be at the end of the tunnel, I realized “it’s death!!” I said out loud.
Right after I said this, I immediately went into panic mode. I don’t even know how to describe it, but everything in the world seemed altered, and suddenly nothing was a joke.
I started screaming “help,” and my friend didn’t know what to do (she was tripping too). I remember looking out my window and thinking of how everyone was gonna know me as the girl who died young, and this was my destiny.
I screamed at my friend “call 911! Call 911!”, She picked up my phone, and I snatched it from her and began to call them. All I remember about the phone call was me screaming “I’m high and I’m dying!” over and over.
After my brother heard the commotion, he ran upstairs and grasped the phone out of my hand. He put me in a choke hold, and I dug my nails into his arm so he would let go, he had a mark for about a month.
Eventually, my mom ran in and comforted me as the cops came upstairs. Long story short that was probably the worst night of my life, but it wasn’t the last time this happened.
About 3 months later, I stupidly smoked weed again- this wasn’t the first time. Two of my friends and I drove to the back of the neighborhood and used a gravity bong as well. I only took about two hits and then returned to the back seat of the car. I realized I was very high and dozed off.
Once again, it felt really nice, but I would get flashes of the feeling from the first night. It was terrifying. My entire vision was this strange purple pug face. I began to go into panic mode as I knew what was coming next.
I was freaking out in the backseat of the car texting my mom. I knew If I called the cops id to be screwed. I saw these insane visions in my head, and the entire time I had crazy Deja Vu.
Eventually, we reached this small church close to my house. I told them to let me out, and I ran off. I ran through the woods until I reached my door and bolted inside.
I ran right to the fridge and grabbed orange juice. It was crazy. As I drank the orange juice, I could feel the vibrant feeling in my blood. It was like I was being brought back to life. I then went over to the piano and started singing, the singing helped too. I swear I sounded like Mariah Carey or some shit.
Anyways, I made my way up to my bed, and I laid down. It got worst. I felt like I was lying in a coffin and there was a force pulling me down. I was able to pull myself up but right as I would get to the top, something would pull me down, it felt hot on my legs.
I was not raised religious, or to believe in any type of god- but I literally wrote down on a piece of paper “Believe in God!” for my family to read in case I died.
Eventually, I got out of the high because I had to babysit- that’s a story on its own. Anyways- I hope you guys enjoyed reading my experience. Please be careful with marijuana usage. It’s no joke.