When I first started smoking I was one paranoid mother fucker. I always thought I was going to die. My heart racing, thoughts going through my mind at a million miles per hours.
"My heart is going to explode. I'm going to die."
That's all.
I just don't get it. I smoked non-stop for a week a while ago and had no ill affects. I wasn't scared. I felt great. I was thirsty, though.
Now I just can't have an experience like that again. I've had a few different bags from different dealers in different areas that looked different, so I'm sure they aren't all the same strain. Nothing does it (that good feeling).
I took ONE weak hit yesterday and nearly flipped out. To me, my chest was stopping, though it clearly wasn't. I was checking my pulse every other second. Then, oh no, it's going to explode. Racing. Racing. Racing.
"Fuck, I'm going to die. What the fuck is going on?"
I just can't fucking have fun with this stuff anymore. I try so hard, but it always fails. I freak out. It's absolutely rediculous.
I'm diagnosed bi-polar -- atleast I was five or six years ago. I'm 19 years old now. I took a ton of medication for quite some time and then stopped a few years ago. I was fine for quite some time, atleast two years.
Then I put on quite a bit of weight, about 60 lb. Over the course of a year I lost it all plus some -- then things started acting up. I always thought I was going to die. I checked my pulse every few minutes to check if my heart was still beating, sort of like ritual, such as with OCD. If I didn't do it, I'd die. Every little pain or tension was a huge problem and set me off.
"I'm going to die."
I went to a doctor after suffering from this for about four months and they said it was anxiety -- I didn't buy it. They prescribed Xanax. I get the bottle full of pills and never took any. I was afraid I'd just somehow die from taking them, that maybe they weren't really Xanax, or maybe I'd have some freak allergic reaction and just die. I have this huge fear with dieing. I wouldn't even take Advil for a headache, antibiotics when I had a cold, nothing. I was just so fucking scared.
Yes, I obviously have something wrong with me, but I can't seem to get it under control.
The paranoia has settled down a bit. I check my pulse once in a while when I get nervous. I'm no longer really afraid to take medication when I'm sick, though sometimes I do hesitate.
I'm not religious, but I have this fear of death. It's not that I'm afraid of "meeting my maker" or any of that, becuase frankly I just don't believe any of it. I just fear my life ceasing to exist.
I still can't get high without flipping out with fear and panic. It usually fades after 15 to 30 minutes, the body high kicks in, and I relax. I can't move. Atleast I couldn't the last time I smoked, which was with my girlfriend.
When I do smoke, I only take a few hits becuase I think if I take anymore my paranoia will get stronger, but I think back to that week I was able to have a blast for a week and I smoked quite a bit then. Now I take a little pinch (literally), take two or three hits and I can't do anymore.
I've read a few people say before that these sort of things happen to them when they only smoke a little bit, but if they do more, they're fine. Has anyone else ever experienced that?
With all that off-topic babbling, should I just stop trying? I don't know what to do.