DOSE:

2 hits

vaporized

Cannabis

(extract)

BODY WEIGHT:

135 lb

Around the end of my junior year of high school, I was fresh off a bad heartbreak that I was trying to actively build myself back up from. During that era, I had drastically lost weight and had bad anxiety all the time. This was my March-May, my trip experience happened in June.

One evening, I went out with my mom as she needed to go to my aunt's house to pick up a few things, so I tagged along to say what's up to my cousin. My cousin was (and still is) a stoner. I've gotten high with her like twice before, but each time I would silently freak out and overall just couldn't hang. We would always overdo it, and I was a lightweight. But this time, I wanted to be different. After all the shit I went through junior year, I decided it was time for me to have some fun, so I got a cart from her.

This was my first experience with them. At this point in my life, I've smoked real tree around twice and had edibles a couple more times, but I never had a cart. I kinda loved it, considering how easy it was to hide and carry around. I was getting high pretty much every night. I'd just stay in my room watching movies and listening to music, having a great time.

This particular experience however, did not go so well. It was a Tuesday night around 11 PM after the last day of school, and I wanted to have fun like always. I took my usual 2 hits, got high, played the game, listened to music, and then went to sleep.

I woke up in the morning feeling fine. I did my usual morning routine and just chilled in my room, considering I had no plans for the day, then suddenly something shifted. I felt a high kick in, nearly 12 hours after originally smoking. I was confused, though, I didn't get too concerned since being high is fun, so I just enjoyed it really. Around 2 PM, I started to get a bit tired of it and decided I would lie down and go to sleep cause that usually does the trick of wearing off a high. I woke up around 2 hours later feeling fine, then about 30 minutes later, my high kicked in again. At this point, I'm getting a little nervous, considering I smoked over 17 hours ago and it wasn't even a crazy amount or anything. I only took two hits!

It was a weird feeling high. To describe it, it felt like the high was only in effect for my physical body. I felt like all of my movements were in slow motion. My brain and thoughts felt fine, I just had delayed physical reactions to things. It's like when you're sitting down for too long and your legs fall asleep, but every limb on my body felt this way.

That night, I contacted a few of my friends to see if they had any advice, most just brushed it off. One suggested I was laced (I didn't believe right away, as he loves to troll) and another said she had the same experience happen to her before. We talked back and forth, and though I don't remember the full conversation in detail, she was basically saying it was okay and “normal” but I still couldn't fully believe this, so I went to sleep kinda nervous.

The next morning, I woke up feeling fine till it hit me again. At this point, I haven't smoked in 33 hours yet, I was still high. I was fully concerned and had no idea what to do, so I went on a forum to ask for advice and the comments were suggesting I go to the doctor (big no-no) other commenters mentioned terms like “disassociation” “derealization depersonalization syndrome” and “psychosis” These big, serious, sounding clinical terms freaked my all the way out, only worsening my state.

This went on for a while. I would stay confined to my room doing things requiring low effort (spent crazy amounts of hours on UFC 4) spam text my friends, search the internet for more advice, and spend the nights trying to go to sleep and wake up in the middle of the night crying cause this high just wouldn't go away. At this point, I'm thinking I was laced. I lived in an illegal state, so it was no telling where my cousin got the cart from. No joke, those days were terrible and made me feel like I wanted to die.

I can't remember the days in full detail, but I remember one night I rubbed ice cubes all over my body to try and wear the high off. I also remember going to a pizza place with my mom and trying my hardest to get out of the car, walk around, and put the pizza in my mouth without looking crazy. I remember zoning out and staring at cars as they passed by. I took a lot of pictures of myself during this time, too. Looking back at them now, my eyes just seem lost, like I have a thousand-yard stare. This strange high feeling went on for a couple of days, and around Saturday morning, I considered myself finally free.

That was the morning I went off to JCLC (basically a high school military camp) which was great for me as it allowed me to be in touch with my surroundings and just try and forget about what all happened, and I did. But the next week, when I came home and finally got my phone back, all I could see was my old frantic texts and search history.

I started to research all those words that were suggested to me before, Depersonalization Derealization Disorder, in particular. I kinda felt like that recounted my experience just a bit. I didn’t wanna look at it too much though, the more I read about it, the more it triggered me into that headspace again.

Now, over a year later, I still don't know what that whole experience was about. I talk about it sometimes whenever carts get brought up in convo. “Last time I hit a cart, I was high for 5 days straight.” People just laugh it off. I do too, but in the back of my mind, I just think about how it was just a really weird experience for me. It scared me off weed for a long time too. This happened in June, I didn't touch weed again until that December, where I thought I would just give it a try again because worst case, I knew if that experience happened to me again, it wouldn't last forever. So I smoked a bowl and freaked out a bit, but I was fine.

The next night I tried it again at a lower amount, and I felt amazing. I made sure to just stick to low doses. Nowadays, weed has done me nothing but well. I like to use it as a tool to reflect on my life and goals in depth. I usually smoke a bowl on the weekends, and I'm pretty good with no signs of anxiety or anything. But I don’t mess around with carts anymore, just to be safe.

Exp Year: 2024	ExpID: 119147
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 17
Published: Aug 18, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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