I accidentally took K2 and had the worst night of my life. This is my story.
June 3, 2019
Imagine the worst nightmare of your life.
Imagine the worst nightmare of your life, but this time, it doesn’t end. No matter what you do, you can’t snap out of it. You lose all sense of reality and descend into what seems to be an infinite loop of suffering: your own personal hell. You beg for death because anything is better than this, but you don’t get relief. You resign yourself to the thought that you will be experiencing this horror forever.
But somehow, it ends. You wake up in a hospital bed with cuts all over your body and your parents by your side. It takes hours, days, to calm yourself down and realize that this is reality, and that you’re alive.
I accidentally took K2—a deadly, synthetic form of marijuana—and had the worst night of my life. This is my story.
Like most kids in my social group, I had smoked weed. No more than six times, but it was enough to know that it wasn’t my thing. I like being in control of myself and my situation, so dissociatives like marijuana only stress me out. But I was at a low point in my life for a while, and I thought weed could provide some much-needed entertainment.
Over the course of a week, I set up a deal with one of my friends. On a Friday, for $60, I got a dab pen and a cartridge of what I assumed was weed.
Around 11:00 that evening, I pulled out the pen, and with The Beatles’ “Strawberry Fields Forever” playing, I took one hit. As soon as I blew the vapor out the window, I knew I was in for something unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
As I lay in bed, everything moved in slow motion. It wasn’t unpleasant at first, just strong. But then the music turned ominous, and the nightmare began.
I was suddenly squeezed into the smallest, loneliest corner of my bedroom. I distinctly remember thinking, ‘today is the day I die, and all the suffering and hard work in my life will have been wasted.’
That’s the last time I thought in terms of self, because from that point on, it was an endless loop of my worst nightmares—nightmares from my earliest childhood. I forgot the faces of my parents, of my brother, of myself; I lost all sense of reality. I was essentially trapped inside my mind. Patterns came and went, but I clung to some of them, hoping they would save my life or at least let me die. The color red, the time 11:03, my father—they helped me stay sane.
It’s hard to explain, but it seemed like I was stuck in a mathematical program, a simulation that repeated experiences on loop. Outside of it all, it felt as though scientists had created a mathematical equation to test the concept of personhood, of infinity. They were subjecting me, their guinea pig, to various forms of experience, of suffering. I realized that the reality we live in, the reality that I have since managed to return to, was nothing but a scene in this hellish infinity.
There were brief flashes of reality. At a certain point, I found myself lying on a minimalistic, dirty-white version of my floor, begging my dad to hug me. Then back to the abyss. More nightmares, and then pinned down on the carpet by two, three, seven police officers. Then back to the abyss.
And then reality. My parents. I’m naked, lying in a hospital bed. There’s a catheter in my penis. Not pleasant. Then back to the abyss.
I must have floated in and out of reality for hours, but when I became myself again and realized I was going to survive, it was around 11:00 the next morning. My high had lasted 12 hours. Doctors confirmed that I had K2 in my system.
To this day, I don’t really know what happened. I know my parents found me huddled in a corner, screaming and bashing myself against the wall, my eyes open. I know I bit my mother. I know six or seven cops had to restrain me. I know I spit in one cop’s eyes and had to be handcuffed and sedated. I know I’m lucky to be alive. I don’t know much else.
Writing this is painful because it forces me to relive the worst night of my life. Weeks after the fact, I still get debilitating flashbacks. But I’m writing it nonetheless, because I don’t want other people to go through what I went through.
At Whitman, we subscribe to a work hard, play hard mentality. I’m an AP student, I’m going to apply to great colleges and I have a clear idea for my future. I’m a child under adult levels of stress.
Like many Whitman students, I’ve used drugs and alcohol to relax and have a good time with friends. I’m not an addict by any measure, but I am familiar with illicit substances.
But the scary truth is we don’t know what we’re putting into our bodies. What happened to me could easily have happened to anyone who smokes at Whitman. When we pick up weed from random kids, we are always taking a gamble. What we see is sometimes not what we get.
It’s not my job to preach. I’m a child who made a wrong decision and more than paid the price for it. But I hope my story is a lesson. For your sake, for the sake of your parents, for the sake of your younger siblings who have to see you writhing around the floor screaming in terror, be careful. We like to think that nothing can touch us—that we’re invincible. But I learned the hard way that I’m not as safe as I’d like to think.
Mimi • Mar 17, 2024 at 2:11 am
I hate to type this. I never shared it with anybody and I’ve been researching it to try and get a better understanding of what happened and what it meant. But I had a edible gumny (possibly 2). I never done any type of drugs ever. But this was thee worst experience ever!! I want to cry just remembering it. I really can’t go into detail because it’s too much to handle and I’m trying to stay sane. But it was absolutely terrifying. I remember certain things just playing over and over and over again. It was like a game. I felt like I had to remember in chronological order what happens next, and if I get it wrong it starts over. And the sanario replays. I remember jumping in and out of reality but still unable to decipher what was real and what wasn’t. I had bruises all over me, my body was sore, and I had no voice because I was informed I was screaming at the top of my lungs for hrs. I felt like there was no such thing as time. I was every age all at once. I was literally separated from my body, was in hell and then heaven (or atleast that’s what I thought it to be). I remember thinking and talking to my man about my family and our children asking if they were ok. I remember not knowing where I was, why I was there, and being upset that he allowed me to try those gummies. I remember falling all around, breaking shelves in the bedroom. Everything was sooo intense. If it was happening in the hallucinations I was feeling it, see it, hearing it, and experiencing it in reality. I remember bugs crawling all in my hair, my lips being super white and chapped, and me looking like a skeleton. There was also a part where I had to remember choreo to perfection and also teach it to my man. If it wasn’t right we had to do it all again or the loop continues until we get it right. Or until the next loop begins. I also remember my man trying to calm me, hold me, and telling me to come back to him. I remember crying sooo hard because I was so afraid, confused, and thought I had lost my mind. I recall having to make choices (and it had to be the right ones) or I get punished. It was so crazy because it was also like I was outside of my body watching myself endure this nightmare. There were so many pieces that I just randomly recall these days. There were some good parts but they don’t compare to the agony I endured. I’ll never do that again! I wish no one experiences that. I honestly feel better sharing my experience. I feel a literal sigh of relief. I feel lighter and I need to talk about it out loud. It’s been 6 months now and I still think about it like on a daily basis.
Stephanie Hanrahan • Feb 1, 2024 at 8:10 pm
This happened to me twice. Both times were the only times in my life I smoked weed out of a bong. My experience was extremely similar. At first, things began to move in slow motion. And then I couldn’t speak. It was what I imagined someone having a stroke feels like. Then I couldn’t move my body at all. Both times I went back and forth from the real world and my own person hell. But my hell was a black room and I was completely conscious. Realizing I was stuck inside my own mind with no way out. I was convinced I would be stuck inside this black room forever. I remember even wondering if I was actually in hell and if I’d be in that room alone for eternity.
The first time it happened I ended up in the hospital. The doctors assumed I overdosed. I assumed it was a seizure. But I honestly have no idea. The second time my mom just put me in my bed to sleep it off. Both times I remember my brain feeling exhausted afterwards. Safe to say after the second time I never touched weed again.
Desiree • Sep 15, 2023 at 10:25 am
this just happened to me in the middle of the night… i was freaking out everything was spinning i kept telling my mom to stop and i was very confused and it looked like i was glitching or something my phone didnt even look normal. i told my mom too come and hug me and when i hugged her harder and kept telling her i love her and everything i kinda was getting back to normal, and i was praying and drinking water, but everytime my mon stepped away from me it kept happening, i just needed her touch And God with me.
Scott • Sep 25, 2023 at 8:05 pm
I hit a joint only 2 times this morning. About 2 mins later i was looking a phone and the screen shrunk almost instantly. I sat down and rested my face on my hands. I couldnt move or respond to anybody talking to me. Then thats when it got very bad. It felt like i went to a place where you go when you die that we dont know about. I was floating in a constant loop of complete darkness. It felt like something was pulling me in every direction. It was the most mentally painfully thing ive ever experienced in my life. Almost like i was going to be stuck in this place of suffering for ever. Whats crazy is i was out cold cause i saw a picture one my homeboys took while i was gone. But i could hear everything everyone was saying. Then i woke up in the bed in the next room. Never again will i ever smoke that again. It was the most horrible experience of my life
DuckerTarlson • May 24, 2023 at 5:17 pm
In recent years, the dangerous synthetic drug known as K2, also referred to as synthetic marijuana or “spice” on da streets, has become a growing concern in communities across the globe. Its deceptive allure and devastating consequences have left countless lives shattered. As I read this article, I want to share my own personal experience with K2, shedding light on the dark reality behind this dangerous substance and the urgent need for awareness and intervention. We MUST intervene before the K2 epidemic gets out of hand. I see K2 in the hands of elementary school students and I shudder with horror. Just the other day I saw my dog absolutely gobbling a sloppy load of K2 and I barely wrestled it out of her grasp in time.
It was a seemingly ordinary day when I found myself standing on the precipice of a life-altering decision. I was beefing with my math teacher and I was depressed af. I had just been cheated on by my Instacart shopper. I made the fateful choice to try K2 when it was offered to me by my therapist. Little did I know that this seemingly harmless alternative to marijuana would plunge me into a nightmare I could never have imagined.
The allure of a legal high combined with the perception that it was a “safer” alternative to traditional drugs drew me in. I had heard my whole life that K2 was safer than weed, and I smoke hella weed. However, the truth quickly unfolded as I experienced the terrifying effects of this synthetic substance.
Within minutes, the euphoria I was seeking transformed into a chaotic haze. Nausea, rapid heartbeat, and dizziness consumed my senses. I began to hallucinate spiders on the walls. I began to hear my mom’s voice calling. I saw my sister lying on my floor in a pool of mayonnaise. The SCP-4000 manifested in my bedroom and girl bossed too hard. Paranoia and anxiety gripped my mind. Time itself seemed distorted as if I had entered a parallel universe where danger lurked in every corner.
I realized that I had danced with the devil, fortunate to have emerged relatively unscathed. My eyeballs melted and regrew when I went to the hospital to receive medical detox from the drug. However, not everyone who falls victim to K2 is as lucky. My boi, Jonny, succumbed to the magical spice in 2009. He ripped his own skinsuit off with his bare hands while he was zonked on the spice and he didn’t make it.
As a society, we must unite to address this issue head-on, providing comprehensive resources and rehabilitation programs to those affected. K2 is everywhere now. Where are the K2 detectors in Whitman bathrooms? We must do better. By sharing my personal experience, I hope to contribute to the growing dialogue surrounding synthetic drugs and the urgent need for prevention and intervention strategies.
Disclaimer: This is a fictional account of events.
HeavyT • Apr 25, 2023 at 10:17 am
I’m having this issue currently. It’s been 10 years since I’ve touched spice. I had horrible experiences like the rest of you guys on this page and I have flashbacks all the time now. It was bad 10 years ago and it seemed to go away and come back in tiny spurs. But 3 weeks ago, the flashbacks came back 10fold for some reason and I’ve been struggling to ground myself. If anyone has any tips that helped them, please share. I wish that stuff never existed.
David • Dec 9, 2023 at 12:59 pm
Hello bro did you get any better? I’m stuck in the loop until now. I know people I meet but me myself I lost my identity. I don’t know what i smoke is been 7 months now and looking at the mirror is like a horror to me. I see myself so sad and strange. I’m struggling to pull out of this hole and come back to reality. I have severe headaches and neck cramps. I have a tingling sensation in My left side of my head when it happens I feel a very bad ache in my head. God help me since 7 months makes me worry. I think I got a depersonalization too. Not really feeling anything or my environment. Help me people I want to get back to reality. Is this spiritual??
Rhonda Powell • Apr 19, 2023 at 4:22 pm
My son thought he was smoking just a joint of pot. After a hit or two, he fell completely backwards, hitting the concrete. His head was pouring out blood and he lay there unconscious. The guys, he did not know had left. Someone, somehow had called the EMTs. He was in a Coma for 6 days and died the 7th day. I didn’t hear from his which was very not nor.al, after 2 days. I had 2 missing reports out, one in Va. and in we in Md. Those guys took his wallet, cell phone and other stuff out of hus pockets. A coma for 6 days and they don’t call his mom until the 7th day??? I had reports out. It could of made a difference or he could of donated his organs. It’s been 2 years this past March 17th. My only child. The pain has killed me. I’m broken.
Jay • Apr 12, 2023 at 7:46 am
I had a bad spice trip a couple years ago I remember it like it was yesterday I was 17 and I was in the car with a friend I remember we were on some back roads headed to a pool party then we rolled up what we thought was some normal weed but boy were we wrong when we first sparked it up we took like 3 decent puffs and held em in for a good 10-15 seconds and it started out peachy we felt great then my friend asked hey dude where were we supposed to be going and then I said a pool party bro then we both started laughing our asses of out of nowhere neither of us were in control of our laugh, I felt my chest tightening as we both laughed uncontrollably and then we just looked at eachother with fear in our eyes like wtf is happening then everything got chill I remember feeling calm but then I felt a little too calm and then things started slowing down and it felt like my life was a movie and this was the closing scene or something everything started spiraling and I could tell my friend felt the same way because as soon as the world started spiraling my friend pulled over I remember telling him to turn on a funny song and he turned on cotton eyed Joe biggest mistake because after the beat dropped I completely lost control of my body I was in a loophole of suffering I kept having these visions of me being killed in the most gruesome ways possible and I could feel it I could really feel it, in one of these visions I was being eaten alive and I could hear my flesh being torn from my body and all of these horrible sounds and then I snapped out of that for a brief moment to only find out me and my friend were running around in a field with our elbows locked screaming that we’re swimming then everything went dark again and I remember feeling extremely sad because I thought I was dead at that point i couldn’t hear anything I couldn’t see anything then I started thinking about my life and realized I had family and friends and all of that is gone and just like that my soul left my body and I was in a vortex shooting upwards I was at peace, felt safe and I my life as I knew it didn’t matter everything was bright and I remember smelling something sweet it was so familiar and then I heard a loud yet calming coming from all directions saying it is not your time then I remember falling extremely fast wherever my soul was and I was back in my body and I heard my friends voice and then all of my senses started coming back and the first thing I heard my friend say that was clear was “you were dead weren’t you” I said nothing and asked him if he went through some crazy shit too and he said yes but his wasn’t as horrifying but after that we walked back to his car which was surprisingly not that far from where the field we were tripping absolute balls was and after we got to his car we just chilled in there and talked about what we went through and then we went to dairy queen and ordered like $60 worth of food and were grubbing without a care if you read all of this thank you I’ve been typing this for a hot second
Kirk • Feb 4, 2023 at 6:32 am
As someone who went through a very similar trip I find it fascinating the similarities in most of them. The infinite loop. (Eternal death as I referred to it) I would love to know the science and chemistry why our brains all have these same thoughts from experiencing it. I would be very interested in a study on it however I could never condone another living thing experiencing this.
I’ll go into my trip experience for reference. I was sitting on my porch smoking. I started to get extremely light headed so I decided to go inside. My balance was going quickly so I was trying to get to my bed as fast as I could. I turned my phone on video record (similar to the OP writing in their notes app) I wanted some record of what was happening for who ever found me because I had this overwhelming sense of dread that something bad was going to happen. I laid my phone on my desk face up at the ceiling. (Can only hear audio) That was the last coherent thought I had.
(This first part is something that I haven’t read anyone else describe) My entire body paralyzed and seamed to black out and go unconscious. My conscious returned but felt as if it was at the most sub level possible. I could realize that I was alive but I did not know who or what I was. I had no memory of anything. I was just existing. I knew I was something alive but did not know what. The only way I can really describe it was like being a fetus in a womb who had the ability of conscious thought. I knew I was living but I had no relation to absolutely anything in existence. The complete terror that I was something alive and able to think these thoughts washed over me. This was the most terrifying feeling I’ve ever felt. At this point in my phone recording that I went back and listened to I screamed so loudly and gutturally. I had to end up deleting the video because it was too much for me to listen anymore. I next believe that I had a seizure. I vaguely remember convulsing.
The next part is what seems relatable to everyone else’s story. The infinite loop. My own conscious returned. I no longer felt like I was a being who wasn’t born but now I was me who had died. If felt as if my subconscious brain was now in control and my conscious brain was taking a back seat. Memories and thoughts rotated in and out like a wheel but I could not control them. It was if I was being shown them but only long enough to tease with them. I could briefly grasp a memory but only for so brief a time. Not enough to savor it or ground me in any real thought. I thought that I was in hell, that I had died and my eternal punishment was to sit in an eternal loop of existence knowing this. Geometric patterns phased in and out. I tried everything I could to focus on them to ground me but every single thought, shape, feeling just rotated out and then back in.
This is the hardest portion to put into words. It was as if every few seconds everything would reset. Almost as if I would forget what was happening and then come to the shocking realization again. Every time I realized I was stuck like this I would phase out and then come back forgetting. Like my mind was a program being rebooted over and over every time that I realized I was in hell. A huge ripple effect that kept expounding every single time. Every time I would “reset” if felt like a fragment of memory would remain. The fragment almost gave me a sense of wonderment. It felt so well designed that I could only feel as if an all powerful being had made this torture because there is no way my own brain could conjure up this method. There was sense of something greater than me that I was made to be aware of but knowing that I would never each it or be apart of it was sort of the torture. I never really truly grasped what the word eternity meant until this. I don’t believe anyone who hasn’t experienced this or a certain psychedelic trip can. (Here I will get a bit spiritual so you can disregard if you want but it’s just the perspective and exact thoughts I had) I grew up in a Christian home. What I felt was happening in the moment was separation from God. “Hell” is described as this. I no longer believe in it, but I’m just clarifying what I thought at the time. A perfectly designed place where my existence was stuck in an eternal loop. Knowing that there was something better that I could not be a part of. Constantly remembering and forgetting it.
I finally came out of it three hours later. My vision started to come back first. It was extremely fuzzy at first but I was starting to make out that I was lying behind my bed. I think either from a seizure or mass panic I wedged myself between my bed and the wall and pushed it out enough to be in the floor. My entire body had the feeling of loss of circulation. (Like when your leg falls asleep). It slowly started to come back to normal. My mind was in such a panic. I truly thought I had experienced death. I was so out of it and scared it would happen again that I called 911. (lol) I just didn’t want to die again. It’s all I could think. And that I wanted to be near people. (I was alone at my house)
Smoke • Dec 29, 2022 at 11:22 pm
That wasn’t k2 …you were just tripping on the dab pen of marijuana
JL • Feb 14, 2023 at 5:32 am
I did spice once and dabs once and I had the same thing happen twice. A bad trip.
JL • Feb 14, 2023 at 8:35 am
Hello people of the world. I just wanted to start off by saying thank you to those who express there experiences with trying Spice. And I’m sorry for those who absolutely hated it or left them with a terrible experience. I think about those who aren’t here to tell their story or who have succumbed it. Doing drugs is a gamble, whether a drink or substance, you must know that you aren’t invincible and how it affects you.
Trying Spice for the first time when I was 13-14 years old left me feeling near empty and regretful for trying it. But seeing these comments from others, it brings me reassurance to see that I am not alone.
I’ve been dealing with the effects from experiencing two bad trips in my lifetime that have left me feeling paranoid and, every so often, questioning my existence.
I will not dive into profound questions of reality and the universe, for that is left to anyone’s belief and interpretation. I believe in science and factual evidence. I may deal with reoccurring thoughts of why I am here, but thats because I believe we are here to experience and learn from our life mistakes. To be better. Here’s my story.
I made the mistake on taking a gamble with my older brothers friend who passed me some spice. He told me it was “just like weed”. When I inhaled, I coughed and started to laugh. It felt good at first, the high was there. But it was only for a moment when my mind started to reason with this unknown substance. I started to overanalyze and then I started to overthink. I was rocking back in fourth on the patio chair until I notice that everything was wavy and slow motion. My brother and his 3 other friends were with me that night, watching me. They had never tried Spice until his friend brought it up to me and saw what it’s like. They have never tried or gave Spice to anyone since they saw what happened me.
Last thing I remember before going on a bad trip was saying out loud that I was going to laugh myself to death. Lol. I was mind fucking myself into thinking that it might actually happen. My brother and his friends were telling me to come back inside the house to get some water and play some videogames.
By the time I made it halfway through the door, it started.
In a split second, reality was gone. I was transported to the inner deminsion of geometric shapes and colors that constantly changed into even more translucent patterns. I was experiencing a combination of two dimensional figures and three dimensional patterns with a sound blaring at a high frequency that is the same as a dog whistle.
My feelings, my thoughts, my fears, peirced into my mind. I asked myself
“Am I dead?”
I tried to find reason in what I was seeing and feeling. I felt fear and disappointment overwhelm me. I felt as if I just let down my parents or that I ruined myself for trying something. I started to ask God if this was the result of my actions? Had I gone to hell?
Am I on “time out” from reality?
These were the many questions bombarding my mind. I could not think of what had happened before that brought me to this point, and I began to just accept it. I was scared and afraid that I would be in this purgatory of visual T.V. static imagery, forever; Trying to find meaning in the obscurity of shapes and my life choices.
I snapped out of it after about 20 minutes. I came back to reality, however it was not the same. I was in my bedroom. Alone. My vision was filtered with a sepia color like an old movie. What’s worse about this is that my mind was restricting from any other thought than the feeling and wanting to do something. If the details sound near like a stroke, then that’s what it must’ve felt like. I found myself getting ready to leave my room, but instead I fall right back down on my bed. It was like my mind was restricting me from fully moving my body. I was only able to prop myself until i fell right back down. However, I must’ve kept on hitting my face against the wall because the noise brought my brother and his friends. It was so strange, I felt like I could say a thousand words to them, about how mad I was that this was happening, but all I could do was just stare, and barely reply a word. I think they were checking on me. How could they have known better to handle a situation like that? Looking back on it they were trying.
I think they were scared for me. I can’t remember what was said. They turned off the lights and left me alone, probably thinking that I would just fall asleep. They had no idea what was happening.
As soon as they left, I was alone, only a crack of light beaming through the outside of the door. I wanted out. But everytime I sat up from my bed, I’d just fall right back down. Then, I made the same mistake i did earlier. I panicked.
My mind began to race and I was overanalysing and overthinking again. I was scared of what was happening. And then, I went back into purgatory. This time, the sounds of high frequencys changed into something more scary. My vision had changed into jagged shapes that represented figures reminiscent of a farcry memory of my dad and mom. It was a scene, one of my father being angry and disappointed which left me in fear. And the other was my mother, crying and ashamed, which left me feeling sorry for her and me. I was attacked by this reoccurring scene of jagged figures that represented my parents fighting, with the sounds of distorted frequencys that only reminded me of them yelling. We all have our own issues, but I think my mind was thinking back to earlier about them finding out what I did, and the fear coming from it.
I felt it for over 10 mins, maybe longer.
I came back to reality to find my brother checking on me. He was scared for me. I can tell he did not want his friends in the room. I don’t know why, but I had the same thing happen to me like some other person talked about on this post. I felt like something was wrong with my throat. I started to think that I swallowed my tongue and that I was chocking on it. My brother had to open my mouth and look, I felt like I was at the dentist, having my mouth propped open. I started to see that I was hallucinating, as my brothers cheecks were starting to expand..it was weird.
He said there was nothing in my mouth. I can tell he was very worried and scared. I went back into what I described earlier, with my parents distorted scenes of arguing and feeling devastated. But, I settled with the fact that this was something that wasn’t real, and was only in my head. I had to deal with that at that time because I knew it was from the damn Spice.
It did not last long and I came back to reality. I made it. I felt like I awoke from a long nap, with severe cotton mouth and pulsating visons of the dimensional shapes and figures that faded away with every heart beat. I regained full control of my body movements and mind. I stood up and opened the door, cautiously aware of whether I was truly back into reality, or still in a nightmare. I could hear my brother and his friends in the living room. I walked in and all I could see on their faces as they looked at me was concern and worry. I asked them what happened, and if they were real, to which they said yes. I ended up throwing up on the living room floor, and my brother kicked his friends out of the house. I ended up sleeping just fine, however I awoke still feeling uncertain of what I had experienced. My brother felt very guilty, and he told me about it. Apparently, at the beginning of this story, when I blacked out just as I entered the door, my brother told me that I started to scream. He and his friends were very worried that the neighbors would hear. I stopped when they put me in my bedroom. I don’t remember screaming. Or being put in my bedroom. I just remember waking up in there. Then, some time passed, and they heard a very loud thud in the kitchen. One of his friends went to check and he called outloud to my brother and his other friend, saying that I was laying on the kitchen floor. I don’t even remember entering the kitchen or lying on the floor. They carried me back to bed. What we both do remember is me being in my room when I though I was chocking. That much I do remember.
The next day, I told my mom about what had happened because I didn’t know better and I was afraid that I caused damage to myself. She was absolutely pissed at my brother and his friends for letting that happen while she was at work. We’re not associated with the likes of being around people who enable others to do things like trying drugs and possibly ruining our lives, but unfortunately, there will always be people around who enable others to try things that may not be fun at all. Call it a product of your environment, or lack of good judgment, but I think I from a parental standpoint, that shit doesn’t slide, and should always be kept on the lookout. I dont blame my parents. How could’ve they known? I walked away with the feeling that I will forever remember that night and what I had experienced. With the occasional profound thought of whether I changed or ruined my thought process, which is what brought me here in the first place, writing this comment to all who have made it this far through my story.
I wish I knew better at the time. I had tried weed for the first time before. I always stayed away from needles and coke and psychedelics, and stuck with weed on and off. Now I only enjoy a beer with good food and good company.
The best takeaway I can give you is that it’s natural to have regrets, because it is what makes us human.
But don’t keep on attacking yourself for what happened in the past.
Otherwise it will drive you mad.
We all have our own issues, but we must work towards trying to fix it so that it may not hinder or paralyze us in the future.
I’m glad I made it this far and that I’m not alone. I truly believe we are here to experience what life is. Be it that we are just some thought experiment or, that we’re made up as souls in a mortal coil traveling by light and frequency as interdimensionial beings. Whatever. It’s crazy to think about yet awesome at the same time. I hope who ever reads this enjoys and understands from another perspective what it’s like to try something and absolutely hate it. Lol.
Will • Dec 6, 2022 at 12:25 pm
Hey I’m a 22yr old college student in the US and I just wanted to say thank you for this post. I had a bad trip on synthetic cannabinoids back in 2019 (I was 18 at the time). I had a very similar experience including similar thoughts like doctors cutting open my skull and pouring plant matter in it. I experienced nightmares for around 6-8 months after that bad trip. It gets better, it takes a lot of time and therapy but it gets better. I felt as though my brain had been raped by spice. For the longest time and even to this day no matter how much I try to get my head out of that space I would find my self thinking how can something so horrible exist. As time goes on, the hole that spice put in my head is getting smaller it seems. I wish the best of luck to you and all the other people here who have experienced bad trips from synthetic cannabinoids.
George • Aug 21, 2022 at 10:00 am
I’ve experienced most drugs in my life. The Sunday after a weekend bender I was at home with some friends. A friend of my friend offered me some weed. I’m very careful with weed as I’ve had 3 bad trips. I’m a control freak so hallucinating drugs im very careful with after those trips with regular weed. So I only normally need a couple, max 3 puffs, and I get stoned as fuck— like I said, very sensitive to it.
Me and my friends had been doing a lot of drugs through the night. Mkat, tina. My friend kept doing more and more Tina because in his mind the drugs were not doing much. So around this time this dude offers me weed. I take one puff, and I give it back because I like to see how it makes me feel before I do more, but he’s like, do more, so I do half a puff and pass it back. He then says it’s strong weed.
I go back to the couch to sit with my friends. And time started to slow down, my notion started to slowly be taken away in intervals.
At this time my friend started to behave weirdly. He asked me “are you seeing things?” And then I asked him if he was ok and he said nevermind I’m fine. He asked later a second time and at this point the drug had taken over me. But what he said stuck with me.
People around me noticed I was pretty stoned. I couldn’t form sentences. It was like weed, where I say something and I don’t know if I said it, but 10 times worse. I couldn’t form sentences. I wanted to say things and couldn’t.
At some point my friend stands up and disappears. This is when I started to panic. I thought he had gone home and even in my state, I knew something was wrong with him and we needed to take care of him and not let him out by himself.
But I couldn’t form the sentences to ask about him. I was fighting to try to cling to those thoughts while my mind drifted away. I finally managed to ask about him, and my other fiends told me he was fine and not to worry. But I knew he wasn’t fine so I kept asking and all I got in response, especially from my partner was “stop asking, he’s fine.”
This made things worse because I was frustrated. I wanted to scream out you guys he’s not doing ok but no one seemed to care.
My partner went out to pick something up and I kept asking my friend about Roger and at this point my friend made some really alarming comments about something being wrong with Roger but I couldn’t understand it all which made it just worse.
At one point I finally managed to get my friend to tell me Roger was in my bedroom. And I asked my friend to please take me to him.
Standing up and going to the bedroom made things a bit worse. I was so confused about what was happening to me.
When I got in bed, my friend hugged me hard and started speaking to me asking me how I was. It was dark in the bedroom so I couldn’t see him, only hearing his voice and I honestly couldn’t tell it was him for sure (a funny aside, he felt exactly the same about me).
You can imagine the crazy conversation we had. Two guys in the middle of a paranoia episode. I kept asking him what’s going on, he said everything was going to be ok but that he was going to have to stay away from me. I started crying and then forget why I was crying in the first place, and kept going into loops asking him what had happened.
This is when paranoia started to take over my confusion. I became convinced something terrible had happened, that this wasn’t my friend but someone went to calm me down, but in my mind, I dreaded the thought that my friend had died and everyone was trying to cover this up.
At this point I felt like I couldn’t breathe and I needed to go investigate, so I went back out to the living room where my friend and the guy that gave me the weed were, asking them to please tell me what was going on.
The truth is that nothing was going on other than a deep confusion and paranoia.
I guess as the drug started to wear a bit off, I went through several stages. I felt trapped, I wanted to snap out of it and couldn’t. At one point I thought I had lost mind completely, and I truly believed it. This is what people that are crazy must feel, I’m trapped in my mind and I can’t get out of it. I fucked it up this time. Why did I do it??? Please get me out of here.
Then I thought I was dead. My mind was trying to come up to logical explanations for what was going on. This feeling that something terrible had happened wouldn’t leave me. I went back to the bed. My friend held me again, and I cried out “Roger what did we do??!”
I eventually slowly started to regain my senses. It took a while but I eventually broke through. The whole thing took only 2 hours. In my mind it felt like a whole day.
My friend told me a few days later that his friend told him he had given me spice, not weed.
Never again.
I can cope with weed now. I’ve built some resistance and know how to work around it. I also do ketamine every once in a blue moon and those trips are the craziest but in a good way. But it’s my rule that I stay the Fuck away from hallucigenics.
My friend that I lived the experience with and I have a theory (btw he started hallucinating as well but from the Tina, he started seeing people dressed differently and when he left he went to take a shower and while he was showering he saw the whole floor sucking him up and he panicked)
Our theory is that if you are the type of person that is a control freak, and you experience something where you can’t control your mind you begin to spiral down because you can’t relax. The more you fight it, the more you try to understand what your mind is doing and the more that you try to own your mind during that time that is not yours, the worse the trip will be. Especially if you don’t have much experience with these things. I’m still careful with weed but I know what to expect now.
A few months before this experience a friend gave me an edible, had never tried it, so I took a very tiny bit, and he said that won’t do much so I took another tiny bit. We all did that night . 30 mins later I was stoned as fuck. And I looked around and everyone was spaced out. But that was nice and we all enjoyed the ride.
But spice I will not touch it ever again. And that’s also why I’ll never try mushrooms or LSD either. I prefer my drugs when I’m still in control of my senses.
Hazzo • Jun 21, 2022 at 11:46 am
It was the worst feeling ever being in an infinite loop of death and it was like it was telling me yes it’s going to be like this and you can’t do anything about it. I kept on coming back to consciousness for a second then would freeze in the loop again . My mind was telling me there is a 0.000001 chance of making it .
Sunny • Mar 13, 2022 at 6:12 pm
My experience was worse but I got myself back, I went to my dealer to get pot, he made me smoke his vape saying it’s thc oil, I took 7 drags, and I started walking back home, I can feel that something was different, I was losing my sense of directions, I opened google maps, leaning on a wall, that’s the last of reality I remember, It felt like I was teleported to some other reality, it started with 2 different voices arguing, one saying that I was dead and other saying I was alive, the arguments are getting louder, but my thought was that “wasn’t I leaning on the wall, and looking at maps?” That thought scared me, and I was thinking I was dead literally,I want to move but I cannot, there is nothing but voices and a bit of visuals of how I died, one visual was I was shot to my head, respwan and I was in interrogation room again, good cop bad cop one saying I am dead in harsh way and the other saying I am dead in smoother way, then the thought “wasn’t I leaning on the wall, and looking at maps?” headshot and repeat this went on, finally I was able to hear footsteaps somehow, I was shouting for help, but it was in my trip not in reality, the foot steps came closer, and the voices turned into some entities, then I heard a human voice “ are you okay mate?” I asked him to shake me, he couldn’t hear, I shouted and he did shake my head and I was finally awake, it felt like a different dimension and then I am back to earth again, I asked the person who woke me up what I was doing, he said he found me passed out !!! I thanked him hugged him and gave him a 100 gbp that was all I had and I gave him as token of appreciation. People might say it’s just a trip, but what I saw was as equal to reality and I was very much alive in it and it’s scary.
Jazmin • Feb 2, 2022 at 9:25 pm
I had something very similar! I get flashbacks too! Please if someone here seeing comment please reach out! How can I make the flashbacks stop and get better!
Sunny • Mar 13, 2022 at 6:14 pm
I will try to help you.
Someone • Apr 15, 2022 at 3:04 am
The flashbacks are you having a panic attack. I know cause I’ve been there before and still to this day get freaked out watching any movie or show that even attempts to portray fucking with the mind and reality. I don’t like to hear about subjects related to bad trips or psychedelics. I don’t do any drugs. What works for me is assuring myself that this is reality, I pinch myself and it hurts.. which tells me I’m alive and I’m real. Hope you get better and stay away from drugs.
Josh • Dec 17, 2021 at 11:56 am
It has been 6 years since I smoked K2, This drug is an abomination entirely. It hurts to know other people went through the infinite loop of agony and misery. All I felt for what seemed like an eternity turning out to be an hour and a half was pain, the things I saw and heated were that concept and sensation visualized and audiolized. Each loop making every sensation infinitely worse. I felt so alone, and scared stuck in that black void of unexplainable patterns and sounds, and too this day I still remember fighting the sensations, trying to hold back the waves of agony only for my sense of Will and hope to be shattered over and over as the slingshot effect of these patterns, sounds and sensations was too great to fight, the more I fought the worse it would become. I’m currently seeking therapy and every day I still wonder how I can explain just what the hell that drug did to me. My experience has left me with a permanent scar on my phsychie and I struggle even today to believe that this isn’t just part of that infinite loop. Please people if you are reading this and are thinking of trying this drug, take a step back and think, because you are not going to like what comes next if you do, I can promise that.
Logan • Nov 19, 2021 at 1:14 am
So I had the same exact trip, or experience. I was in a creek after smoking a bowl of k2 and I don’t remember much at the beginning of it but I remember the spinning of everything around me going down a drain, and the series of words “this is all there is” for what seemed like the beginning of time to the end and on. But I was forced to sit crisscross and rock back and forth. All my senses dissapeared and I couldn’t remember what they felt like or would be perceived as, I had to recreate them. And I’m not sure what life was like before that day but I have memories I just feel as if my senses are different since I had to recreate what feel was and I had to make sense of all of them. I have more stories like this that have to do with dajavu and loops but it was scary until it was all there was.
Amy • Oct 11, 2021 at 5:47 pm
In 2012 I smoked k2 spice and I had a wild trip. I was taken to a collective wave of memories. They were everyone’s memories but mine as well. A wave of blocks. Perfect cubes together. Endless wave of memories all going on at once.
I looked it up and had found someone saying something similar but couldn’t find anything even remotely similar again till today. This post. The endless loop. I felt that. I saw it from a different perspective I think. We are all a collective conscious I believe.
Helmh • Aug 8, 2021 at 10:47 pm
Yes i have some crazy visual like low fps and my body my leg so weak
Richard • Aug 4, 2021 at 11:57 pm
As I write this I can feel the flashbacks coming on lightly because it was a hell of a trip i was 13 when this happened …I remember hitting the blunt twice and then dropping it and then walking out the sketchy garage I said my legs felt like spaghetti lol and then it hit me I blacked out not sure for how long but I remember waking up with this kid on me telling me to be quiet I guess I was screaming I got up and tried to tell myself it was just a dream I kept wanting to burp but couldn’t it was like as if it was stuck in my throat and then I blacked out again I woke up but not the usual wake up it was bright as fuck and I thought my dad was on top of me I guess that was one of the nightmares because he use to beat me and get on top and hit me I said stop several times and then blacked out again woke up and I thought it was done boy was I wrong I pushed this kid away and ran I could hear the foot steps and see behind me without looking I dropped in someone’s yard and then I blacked out again woke up and I had really bad cotton mouth and ever since then I’ve had flashbacks they’re not as bad as they were in my teen years but they’re meh it usually sucks when I try to smoke actual weed but I kinda just stopped doing that all together
Aj • Jul 10, 2021 at 4:05 pm
Has anyone had memory problems or visual problems for months after having these trips? I had a problem with my eyesight that felt like I was seeing everything with a low fps, any movement was jumpy. And it would usually be triggered by being in a hot climate. The eyesight problem has gone now but to this day Im always questioning if I’m experiencing de ja vu with everything because of the time loops in that crazy trip. If someone tells me something or I do something even if it’s new I feel like it’s been told or I have done it before.
Everyone seems to have the the same experience in regards to infinite loops. The first was where my friend said a phrase and those 5 seconds of him saying that phrase kept replaying over and over in my head. Then the loop changed it was just a visual of a dog I saw running in the park. The next loop I lost my sight and hearing and all I could ‘see’ was white and as though my sight just continuously zoomed into a point in the centre trying to get to a destination but never getting there. It felt like a game you had to play but it was impossible to win. Eventually the loops somehow developed into nothing just blank space and I though I had died. I felt like I had no body as though I had left my body and I was thinking about all my family and loved ones reactions to my death. Then it developed into me thinking this must be hell. I’m actually dead. I slowly snapped out of it and promised to never touch any drugs again. I had only had weed 3-4 times before this. And during all of this I felt extremely hot.
Aj • Jul 10, 2021 at 4:04 pm
I meant in infinite not finite
Aj • Jul 10, 2021 at 4:03 pm
Has anyone had memory problems or visual problems for months after having these trips? I had a problem with my eyesight that felt like I was seeing everything with a low fps, any movement was jumpy. And it would usually be triggered by being in a hot climate. The eyesight problem has gone now but to this day Im always questioning if I’m experiencing de ja vu with everything because of the time loops in that crazy trip. If someone tells me something or I do something even if it’s new I feel like it’s been told or I have done it before.
Everyone seems to have the the same experience in regards to finite loops. The first was where my friend said a phrase and those 5 seconds of him saying that phrase kept replaying over and over in my head. Then the loop changed it was just a visual of a dog I saw running in the park. The next loop I lost my sight and hearing and all I could ‘see’ was white and as though my sight just continuously zoomed into a point in the centre trying to get to a destination but never getting there. It felt like a game you had to play but it was impossible to win. Eventually the loops somehow developed into nothing just blank space and I though I had died. I felt like I had no body as though I had left my body and I was thinking about all my family and loved ones reactions to my death. Then it developed into me thinking this must be hell. I’m actually dead. I slowly snapped out of it and promised to never touch any drugs again. I had only had weed 3-4 times before this. And during all of this I felt extremely hot.
gregg • May 18, 2021 at 8:42 am
same thing happened to me. i was stuck in an infinite hell, kind of like falling down something like an infinite staircase. but i was numbers. i had no self, just a pulsating pattern of code that always came back to the same spot and start over, and it hurt beyond description when it did. i was an infinite loop of suffering that never ended. i dont know how to describe it, but it felt like i was being punished for losing a game. but also that i never really could have won. it was probably the most painful experience of all of my lives. apparently i had a 4 minute seizure and nonstop kicked and screamed while one of my family members held me down. not very comforting that others have had the same experience
alejandro Santos • May 7, 2021 at 2:40 pm
Bro i thought i was the only one that this happen to. So basically i had a neighbor that was a crack head he was on probation and they didnt test for k2/spice so thats what he smoked the most i would smoke weed thats it i had smoked k2 back when it had just got popular but i stop due to alot of people around me trippen bad on it so back to the story one day he was going to go get some from his plug he said it was some Afghanistan shit so it was supposed to be potent so he wanted me to go with him to go get it i said no problem it was just down the street like 2 miles got there amd he plug wasnt there so he said he might have gone to us so we walk back and he was there so i sit down my neighbor sits down and the guys is standing he lights a blunt hits it like weed big puffs passes it to me while my neighbor is getting the money so i hit it a good 3 times like weed me thinking its weed my neighbor then looks at me and says the kush bro (he knows i dont f with that) i pass it to him amd sit back in my chair and look down this is where it starts i slowly start to panic lossing sence of what around me in my head im thinking f i need to get inside and lay down asap the i look up and its like a slow motion movie my neighbor looks at me and says are you alright bro you good and the plug was like is he ok then i could see them just talking but what they were saying wasnt clear then i get stuck on repeat i can only see what was infront of me which was my neighbor and his rv so i start throwing up and everytime i throw up it hurts and my neighbor just kept coming up to me saying your gonna be alright but like 1000 times it felt like then i just wanted it to end but it didnt then i just accepted the thought that this was it that when i went into this place that i cant describe it was like just me like that one episode of spongebob where squidward goes on the elevator and goes to this blank place where its just him that how it felt only that i didnt have a form or shape just mind that when i forgot everything then i slowly snapped out of it when my neighbor put a glass of milk to my mouth and i grabbed it amd slowly regained concussion only remembering him then i was back so i went inside knowing it was my house but not who i was what i was doing looking around something piecing together and then boom i remembered everything i never felt so relieved in my life but that was my story
Craven Morehead • May 1, 2021 at 9:29 am
You are a wussy
Graham Dugan • Apr 1, 2021 at 12:27 pm
This just happened to me two nights ago.
What made the loops worse was that I had done other drugs prior to the abyss. Oddly, I had smoked a couple small hits of the k2 and had smoked it a couple times before. I never had anything beyond a pseudo-weed high. After doing a little more coke mixed with fentanyl I took one last hit.
I had walked downstairs, intending to speak with my girlfriend when, like a lightbulb going out, I left this dimension of reality. I was, according to her, standing and swaying to the music with my eyes fixed on a piece of wood I had been carving. At first she thought I was just being silly, but I then began jumping around and howling. I screamed “I’m a monkey” and then went into a violent seizure. My woodworking area in my basement was not a good place to alternate between seizure and psychosis as I cut my hands, my face, my abdomen, on tools and workbenches.
Not knowing what was going on exactly, she wrestled me to the ground like a f***ing badass (me being twice her size) and got me to stop moving, but my mind continued on the loops. The most intense loop was musical. Imagine Bela Fleck and Victor Wooten doing a call and response type of solo but something being wrong. It was as though I were supposed to play in a certain key but then I changed the key and the back and forth was then repetitive, increasing in intensity, and ominously evil.
I then lost consciousness and began to overdose (I’m guessing) from the combination of chemicals in my system. My girl proceeded to narcan me once, which is an opioid antagonist and usually brings people out of their overdose. She waited a while, giving me cpr, and then administered a second dose which finally brought me back.
She leaned into me and exclaimed “baby your back, please baby don’t leave stay with me” as the tears on her face began to appear to wash her face into a pool of watercolor paint. Everything was liquid, but the rest of the trip was only painful physically as I was immediately thrown into full blown opioid withdrawals. After some time I managed to get off the sawdusted floor and walk up to my bed, where it would take another few hours for me to feel like I was in control of my mind and body.
During the incident I could not tell her what day it was, who the president was, or even say her name.
I have had a few bad trips on mushrooms and LSD, the second mushroom hell trip was the worst. This was something closer to DMT mixed with salvia. The inter dimensionalaity aspect was profound like DMT and the physical incapacitation was akin to salvia. For context, this was a much more evil and horrible trip than I’d ever experienced, and I’ve tripped at least 150 times in various psychedelics… that was what high school was like for us at St. John’s Jesuit HS as we were expected to be applying to IVY league schools and I fancied myself some wannabe beat nick going to dead and Phish shows all four years.
This was different because I didn’t know for what I was in store. Without knowing the power of the hallucinatory effects, let alone seizures and brain-swelling that were to come, I did nothing to prepare set or setting, let alone choose good people to be around.
I’ve only been back in the workshop area in the basement once and it feels haunted as all hell. There’s still a darkness that I feel going down there and more of the loops keep coming back to me as time goes on.
Moral of the story I suppose is to make yourself aware of the possibilities. Until compassion overrules politics and we decriminalize and legalize all drugs and chemical compounds, regardless of the pharma lobby’s fascistic involvement with the feds, consumers will be dealing with black market unpredictability and incredible danger every time they ingest a black market substance.
Be safe and NEVER think, “I can handle it,” instead of respecting the potential power in any hit, drop, or shot of anything.
Eli • Mar 7, 2021 at 2:13 am
I accidentally smoked K2 and it was the worst day of my life I smoked with a couple friends right before school I didn’t think to much of it because I’ve smoked a couple times before school but as soon as I walked in I couldn’t control anything I walked right in the bathroom and sat down on the toilet and I couldn’t move I was paralyze the whole room turned red and it got really hot I thought I was in hell. I started to yell and my friend found me she kept repeating the same thing “who’s in there are u okay” it didn’t sound like her it sound like a demon. Eventually she crawld under the stall to get to me but it was just a repeating cycle it felt like 4 hours but come to find out it’s was only around 2 minutes. Never do drugs
Audrey S. • Feb 26, 2021 at 11:21 pm
I had this exact same experience in 2012-2013. I had the exact same experience down to the police showing up to sitting by my parents and them trying to help me, I never hurt them. I remember what felt like I was running up the stairs for hours in my trip, it was golden stairs in a black void for what felt like 100 years. And I did not know who I was, what I was, what I was made of, I was so afraid of who I was and what I was made of. I was full on hallucinating to my parents. I remember they tried giving me coffee and I could see the inside of my throat and feel and see the coffee go down my throat is 3D HD. I was in and out if reality for 3 months at school in fear. I missed 8 days of school and felt so bad that I disappointed and scared my parents.
Anon • Feb 18, 2021 at 1:42 am
This happened to me as well, I forgot who I was, my whole soul felt like it was physically leaving my body and then I was in this mathematical loop of hell and it felt like it was infinite and every time the loop would start it would get more and more emotionally painful and intense until I started screaming and then apparently I was speaking in primitive tongues. What does it mean?
Kirk • Feb 4, 2023 at 6:48 am
Yours sounds similar to mine. Some peoples trips with it are more intense and seem to touch a spiritual level that psychedelics do. Scroll up to see my story. I don’t believe exactly as I used to but I do think there is a reality beyond ours. I found some comfort in L Ray Smith’s teachings. (Google him). However it may not really answer your longing for what that exact experience meant. I’m still battling what mine meant. The fact is we may never know (until death)
E • Feb 16, 2021 at 9:39 pm
Same here. Basically I passed out after a while, woke up on the floor grinding myself into it. The loops are horrendous and I every time I screamed it was as if I was breaking out of it into some normality but it was too powerful and literally taking over my body.
Zach • Dec 5, 2020 at 4:25 pm
I smoked k2 when I was 14 or 15 and the same thing happened. I was just talking to a friend about it and realized I had never looked it up. And for me my whole body locked up and they noticed and threw my to the ground and they said I had stopped breathing for awhile this went on for about 30 minutes but in my mind it was an infinite hell. It was such a horrible loop I thought it was only me who ever experienced it. Im 19 and still to this day I remember every detail. Its so hard to explain the loop but the first loop I had given up. Mine came in waves first was the “zach zach wake up” for awhile and then the second was the horrible screaming and then the third wave was I had to match up my friends eyes they they were cut into this slices and had to match them up perfectly or something. Never do I wish anything like that upon anyone. Worst experience I could’ve had. I woke up and they were knelt down beside me crying and they helped me up and hugged me for about 5 minutes and took me inside.
Anonymous • Sep 8, 2020 at 7:06 pm
Same thing happened to me recently, listen to this man I had almost the same experience stay away from All DRUGS!!! I felt like I was going to die and wanted to, worst pain I ever experienced.
Ken • Aug 10, 2023 at 12:48 pm
How did you guys shake back from the K2 bc I had that same experience my cousin put it in a blunt and I thought it was a joint, stuff had me paranoid and shaking for months till this day I still think I got the symptoms of it bc I can’t sleep at night like that and my head hurts badly whenever I smoke a black n mild. I get sleepy early as well but barely get enough sleep
Grace Vorys • Jun 26, 2024 at 10:41 pm
I’ve smoked a lot of weed in my day, but the SPICE was a whole nother thing. I was sitting on the back porch with my sister and her boyfriend who brought the spice over . Both of them took a hit first. To me, nothing happened out of the ordinary so then it was my turn and I took a hit. They said take a bigger hit, so I took a big hit and held it in and then I let it out and I said as I let it out, How long does it take to Kick in? Right then it kicked me in the face like a horse…the rhelm transfer was very real and I was forced to sit down. I’ve always been a spiritual person. I remember looking over the rail into the yard. This feeling was that I was no longer on this realm. Like it was my backyard but at the same time not. It was a version of my reality but not the one I live in. I got freaked out because I senced that God was not here…Jesus was not here. In my head I said o lord jesus and called his name… weakly. Then I heard a voice, I believe it was the devil who said. Your god’s not gonna hear you here. It was taunting me saying that I was ashamed of my faith because I didn’t want to yell. It wanted me to yell god’s name and ask god to save me. I felt very stupid and didn’t want people to know that’s what I was feeling. I was trying to play it off. I walked into the house and I felt like I was walking on marshmallows or something. I went into my bedroom and sat on the bed. I looked in the mirror and I remember seeing my reflection but at the same time in my face, I saw the faces of every relative that I have never met and it continued to flash other faces and it was like I was seeing the faces of people from my heritage that I don’t even know. Like great great great grandmother’s and stuff. Then the voice came back to me and said I was gonna die. I was calling on the Lord Jesus softly but the devil was saying to me he can’t hear you. You need to say goodbye to your family. I was so scared. I thought it was real. I told my husband that I was going to die. I started praying.
Somehow I fell asleep and woke 2 hours later not dead. Never again did I touch that stuff. I don’t know how people get addicted to it if it Is so scary like that.