I was 18 at the time and had become an atoned smoker. I smoked weed about 3-5 times throughout nearly a year. One of my best friends came over before work one day. He always had marijuana on him, but I never smoked with him. He convinced me to smoke with him after work. So he ended up going to work with me and waited in the parking lot.
I got off from work around 10 PM and met him outside. We drove home and were trying to find some friends to smoke with us. A couple of friends of mine declined my offer, and I should’ve taken that as my queue. We finally got some of my long term friends to agree to smoke. So we headed towards their house (a 20-minute drive).
We arrived at their house and wasted no time. We got into their car and hotboxed. I took 8-9 hits and knew something was wrong. I started having a panic attack and felt incredibly nauseous and uncomfortable. I could barely stand. My joints felt really tense and started hurting.
However, they’d release every 5-10 minutes for around 20 seconds. There was a burning sensation throughout my body, and I felt like I was going to hell. Every time I closed my eyes, it felt like I had nails behind my eyelids.
Every time I swallowed, I thought I was choking on blood. I started to believe I’d never see my family again, and that if I fell asleep, I wouldn’t wake up. Panic attack after a Panic attack began pursuing my brain. I had my friend drive me home.
On the way home, I felt my blood pressure lower substantially, but my heart was still racing. The 20-minute car ride felt like 3 hours. We finally arrived and parked at the bottom of my driveway, and I immediately felt vomit rush up my throat.
I puked 6 times over the next 45 minutes. I finally convinced myself death would be a better option than suffer any longer. I laid down in my bed and finally put myself to rest.