Hi, this is the first place I have posted about my traumatic event so I hope to keep it not to long and concise.
Almost a year ago a friend and I wanted to try smoking synthetic marijuana. I am not an experienced smoker and have only smoked it once in my life prior to this. After smoking what I remember to be two joints, we walked into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator that's when the drug kicked in. I immediately felt the beginnings of fear in my body. So I ran into my bedroom where my wife was sitting in bed reading (she had elected to not participate in smoking with us). I ran up to my wife and told her I loved her so much, she thought I was playing some sort of trick or game with her so she did not respond, her not responding scared me so much because I thought that what ever was happening was real and that I was about to go into hell for eternity. I ran back out of the bedroom and into the living room where my friend was following behind me and laughing at me(he was high so that is understandable), this gave me extreme paranoia and made me feel like something evil was doing this to me.
My heart was racing at this point and my fear felt like it was multiplying with everything I would do such as breathing or scratching my face. I ran back into the bedroom a second time and told my wife again that I loved her so much, and again she said nothing and just gave me a blank stare. This sent me running out of the bed room and into the living room where my heart rate went through the roof and I was so terrified that this was going to last for eternity.
Then finally when the climax of the fear and paranoia were at their most terrifying I realized I was just high on a drug and that it was all a bad trip. I managed to walk over to the couch and tell my friend that I needed my wife to come into the living room and hold me, she finally got out of bed after a few minutes and this calmed me down some but I still had the fear of this feeling coming back over me.
It has been nearly a year since this happened and the memory still effects me. I have had to take medications for and seek therapy for this traumatic event and am still not over it because I fear it coming back.
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Almost a year ago a friend and I wanted to try smoking synthetic marijuana. I am not an experienced smoker and have only smoked it once in my life prior to this. After smoking what I remember to be two joints, we walked into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator that's when the drug kicked in. I immediately felt the beginnings of fear in my body. So I ran into my bedroom where my wife was sitting in bed reading (she had elected to not participate in smoking with us). I ran up to my wife and told her I loved her so much, she thought I was playing some sort of trick or game with her so she did not respond, her not responding scared me so much because I thought that what ever was happening was real and that I was about to go into hell for eternity. I ran back out of the bedroom and into the living room where my friend was following behind me and laughing at me(he was high so that is understandable), this gave me extreme paranoia and made me feel like something evil was doing this to me.
My heart was racing at this point and my fear felt like it was multiplying with everything I would do such as breathing or scratching my face. I ran back into the bedroom a second time and told my wife again that I loved her so much, and again she said nothing and just gave me a blank stare. This sent me running out of the bed room and into the living room where my heart rate went through the roof and I was so terrified that this was going to last for eternity.
Then finally when the climax of the fear and paranoia were at their most terrifying I realized I was just high on a drug and that it was all a bad trip. I managed to walk over to the couch and tell my friend that I needed my wife to come into the living room and hold me, she finally got out of bed after a few minutes and this calmed me down some but I still had the fear of this feeling coming back over me.
It has been nearly a year since this happened and the memory still effects me. I have had to take medications for and seek therapy for this traumatic event and am still not over it because I fear it coming back.
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