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My drug use before this was not much, in fact, it was just occasional marijuana usage. I am writing this around 12 hours after the event I am about to tell you about, which was my first and last experience with the synthetic cannabinoid "Down to Earth". During this day I was not in a good mood to begin with, just pissed off in general and had a bothersome headache. My friend, who I'll call "D", came over to my place just to hang out, watch a movie, nothing special. After some time I suggested that we go to a gas station nearby that sells to minors (I'm 17) to buy some Down to Earth as I heard good things about it all the time where I live and pretty much everyone that had previously smoked marijuana here had switched over to synthetic weed. I was oblivious to it at this point and didn't know much about it at all. I was instantly washed over by waves of anxiety telling me this would be a terrible idea. Unfortunately, my curiosity got the best of me and I decided "Why the hell not?" Of course, this decision was probably the worst I've ever made. My memory of this experience, even only 12 hours after, is extremely vague, so I'll try to describe everything I remember the best I can.
Anyway, skipping ahead, we bought a three gram bag of Down to Earth. We got home, went to the nearby park and rolled about 0.8g of it up. I was already telling myself at this point, "Alright, I don't want to get too high, I'll just take one small hit, since my tolerance to this drug is zero."
+00:00 - The blunt had been passed to me, and I had feelings of uncertainty about going through with this. Regardless, I took two enormous hits which had me coughing a decent amount. D took two hits as well, but he has a high tolerance to drugs and mine is abnormally low. I was feeling marijuana-like effects already. I felt nice and relaxed, somewhat warm inside, and just felt positive at the time being. Me and D decided to head back to my place. As I was walking back my heart rate steadily increased, paranoid thoughts were rushing through my head thinking, "If it's hitting me this hard now, I'm scared of what is going happen later on." D described dizziness and anxiety as well.
+00:10 - Around ten minutes later, we arrive in front of my house, and at this point I was a complete mess. I couldn't walk anywhere near straight, I was falling all over the place just trying to go up the doorsteps to my house. I probably looked like an extreme exaggeration of a drunk. On the contrary, I wasn't exaggerating at all and in fact, was trying with all the strength I had left to make it up to my house. I leaned on my door, panicking about what I could do to avoid getting caught by my mom and actually sober up. My friend told me around ten times to sit down, until he moved me himself to sit me down. At this point, D's dizziness and paranoia had diminished.
+00:15 - This is where I was hit, hard. I couldn't feel anything at all in my body, nor could I see anything at all. I didn't have any emotion, or thoughts. The only thing I felt was a very uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, which I can't even describe how horrible it was, and I couldn't do anything about it, except sit there and stare blankly into nothingness. At this point I wasn't mentally or physically there. Physically I felt numb throughout my body and shook a lot. Mentally I was in an endless hole of repeating thought patterns, almost like a robot. I didn't understand the concept of life, who I was, what I was even doing anywhere, and what a person even was. I continued thinking about being nothing but an "entity", that represented all living things. I believed I was God, but didn't enjoy this thought in even the slightest bit. It just freaked me out even more. I was thinking insane thoughts that aren't anything like my sober self.
+00:30 - I was able to slightly see at this point, staring at the wall on my porch, but my eyes were half closed. D described me as extremely pale in both my face and lips, shaking uncontrollably, and extreme heart rate changes, as he kept checking my pulse to see if I was okay, which I wasn't. He would say the same things over and over again, which f***ed with my mind badly. "Can you drink water?" "Pick your head up." That was all I heard him say, and I couldn't respond to anything he said. I heard him, but I couldn't talk at all. I just continued to stare mindlessly at the wall of my porch with my head slowly falling as it did throughout this experience. At this point I thought I was slowly dieing and the only way to keep myself alive was to keep my head at about a 45 degree angle with my neck. D had moved my head slightly for me to help keep my head up. I was hysterically crying for help in my brain, but wasn't able to physically show it when this happened. The feeling in my stomach was overwhelmingly uncomfortable. I thought I was being punished for everything I had done wrong to people in my life. D had said "You're scaring me." which made my thoughts even worse than they had been before. My mom had come outside and asked me "How are you feeling, are you okay?" The first thing I said since before I smoked the stuff had finally come out of my mouth, but barely. I replied, "Nothing." She was aware at this point that I just did some type of drug and walked back inside angrily.
+00:45 - My older sister had just come home from I have no idea where and had noticed me sitting there but didn't say anything. She came back outside a couple minutes after she went in. She asked me, "What did you do?" "How did mom find out?" I didn't reply and just kept staring at the wall. I finally moved after all this time sitting down to lean forward. I had a sudden urge to puke my brains out. I emptied out all my Thanksgiving leftovers all over my porch. My older sister looked scared out of her mind and ran back inside. Emptying out my stomach had made me feel slightly better and I regained feeling of my body, but I still couldn't speak. I sat there with my head down staring at the puke with absolutely no more thoughts in my mind, or concerns about my mom being pissed off at me later.
+01:00 - My older sister comes running out of the house with nothing but her car keys, and my mom was yelling something like "Go find somewhere else to live, and just so you know this has nothing to do with the cats." Let me explain, my mom is a vet and finds stray cats that need help and gives them to people who can take care of them. She had a couple people over that were looking at these cats to see if they wanted any. My older sister had told me that she basically got into a fight with my mom about her staying downstairs helping cats and not paying any attention to me whatsoever. She probably implied to my mom that she is sure that my mom cares more about her cats than she cares about me, which made my mom flip out. She told my mom to go f*** herself and my mom basically kicked her out of the house. When my sister drove away, I was sitting on the bench alone, feeling extremely hazy and depressed. I felt horrible and felt guilty about what I had caused, and felt the urge to cry my eyes out, but I hadn't. Instead, I just kept staring at the puke on the ground and didn't move.
+01:30 - After sitting outside for a while, which felt like a lifetime, my dad had finally come outside and told me to get inside and clean up. Instead, I took off the shorts and sweatshirt I had on that was covered in throw-up, and put on new ones. Then, I laid in bed for about two hours, in which I then decided to hang out with everyone else, at this point I was fine, thanking god to still be alive, note that I am not religious in anyway.
+06:00 - At this point I was ready to go to bed. It was only 10pm, but I was exhausted. I laid down in my bed and contemplated what the hell had just happened to me for quite some time. I was unable to sleep at all during this time and just kept thinking.
+10:00 - I wake up in a cold sweat and am filled with horrible anxiety. I had a nightmare about what had just happened earlier. When I woke up I felt slightly high again, confused about what was going on, and tired beyond belief. I decided "There is no way I am going to sleep tonight, I'll just stay up all night." I played Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas for pretty much the rest of the night, trying to hide my mind from all the paranoid thoughts I was getting. I was afraid that I would feel like that again, and the thoughts never got any better. As I'm writing this now I keep frantically looking around the room to make sure I stay sober.
+11:00 - At this point, I desperately needed to talk to somebody, anybody, but nobody was awake, and nobody was on Xbox to talk to. I decided to go on Bluelight and figured I would write a report on what I had experienced.
+13:00 - I am calming down because I realize the sun will come up soon, and I won't be forced to sit alone in my room any longer.
This was by far the craziest experience I have ever had and never want to have anything like this happen to me again. As I'm writing this I'm still shaking, filled with anxiety and paranoia, and playing San Andreas. This whole night I have been trying to keep my sanity together and stay awake. I will definitely never touch this stuff again or anything like it. I still have a headache from it. As long as these feelings I'm getting aren't permanent, I should be fine. I'll just stick with what I know best, weed. Thank you if you actually took the time to read this.
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Anyway, skipping ahead, we bought a three gram bag of Down to Earth. We got home, went to the nearby park and rolled about 0.8g of it up. I was already telling myself at this point, "Alright, I don't want to get too high, I'll just take one small hit, since my tolerance to this drug is zero."
+00:00 - The blunt had been passed to me, and I had feelings of uncertainty about going through with this. Regardless, I took two enormous hits which had me coughing a decent amount. D took two hits as well, but he has a high tolerance to drugs and mine is abnormally low. I was feeling marijuana-like effects already. I felt nice and relaxed, somewhat warm inside, and just felt positive at the time being. Me and D decided to head back to my place. As I was walking back my heart rate steadily increased, paranoid thoughts were rushing through my head thinking, "If it's hitting me this hard now, I'm scared of what is going happen later on." D described dizziness and anxiety as well.
+00:10 - Around ten minutes later, we arrive in front of my house, and at this point I was a complete mess. I couldn't walk anywhere near straight, I was falling all over the place just trying to go up the doorsteps to my house. I probably looked like an extreme exaggeration of a drunk. On the contrary, I wasn't exaggerating at all and in fact, was trying with all the strength I had left to make it up to my house. I leaned on my door, panicking about what I could do to avoid getting caught by my mom and actually sober up. My friend told me around ten times to sit down, until he moved me himself to sit me down. At this point, D's dizziness and paranoia had diminished.
+00:15 - This is where I was hit, hard. I couldn't feel anything at all in my body, nor could I see anything at all. I didn't have any emotion, or thoughts. The only thing I felt was a very uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, which I can't even describe how horrible it was, and I couldn't do anything about it, except sit there and stare blankly into nothingness. At this point I wasn't mentally or physically there. Physically I felt numb throughout my body and shook a lot. Mentally I was in an endless hole of repeating thought patterns, almost like a robot. I didn't understand the concept of life, who I was, what I was even doing anywhere, and what a person even was. I continued thinking about being nothing but an "entity", that represented all living things. I believed I was God, but didn't enjoy this thought in even the slightest bit. It just freaked me out even more. I was thinking insane thoughts that aren't anything like my sober self.
+00:30 - I was able to slightly see at this point, staring at the wall on my porch, but my eyes were half closed. D described me as extremely pale in both my face and lips, shaking uncontrollably, and extreme heart rate changes, as he kept checking my pulse to see if I was okay, which I wasn't. He would say the same things over and over again, which f***ed with my mind badly. "Can you drink water?" "Pick your head up." That was all I heard him say, and I couldn't respond to anything he said. I heard him, but I couldn't talk at all. I just continued to stare mindlessly at the wall of my porch with my head slowly falling as it did throughout this experience. At this point I thought I was slowly dieing and the only way to keep myself alive was to keep my head at about a 45 degree angle with my neck. D had moved my head slightly for me to help keep my head up. I was hysterically crying for help in my brain, but wasn't able to physically show it when this happened. The feeling in my stomach was overwhelmingly uncomfortable. I thought I was being punished for everything I had done wrong to people in my life. D had said "You're scaring me." which made my thoughts even worse than they had been before. My mom had come outside and asked me "How are you feeling, are you okay?" The first thing I said since before I smoked the stuff had finally come out of my mouth, but barely. I replied, "Nothing." She was aware at this point that I just did some type of drug and walked back inside angrily.
+00:45 - My older sister had just come home from I have no idea where and had noticed me sitting there but didn't say anything. She came back outside a couple minutes after she went in. She asked me, "What did you do?" "How did mom find out?" I didn't reply and just kept staring at the wall. I finally moved after all this time sitting down to lean forward. I had a sudden urge to puke my brains out. I emptied out all my Thanksgiving leftovers all over my porch. My older sister looked scared out of her mind and ran back inside. Emptying out my stomach had made me feel slightly better and I regained feeling of my body, but I still couldn't speak. I sat there with my head down staring at the puke with absolutely no more thoughts in my mind, or concerns about my mom being pissed off at me later.
+01:00 - My older sister comes running out of the house with nothing but her car keys, and my mom was yelling something like "Go find somewhere else to live, and just so you know this has nothing to do with the cats." Let me explain, my mom is a vet and finds stray cats that need help and gives them to people who can take care of them. She had a couple people over that were looking at these cats to see if they wanted any. My older sister had told me that she basically got into a fight with my mom about her staying downstairs helping cats and not paying any attention to me whatsoever. She probably implied to my mom that she is sure that my mom cares more about her cats than she cares about me, which made my mom flip out. She told my mom to go f*** herself and my mom basically kicked her out of the house. When my sister drove away, I was sitting on the bench alone, feeling extremely hazy and depressed. I felt horrible and felt guilty about what I had caused, and felt the urge to cry my eyes out, but I hadn't. Instead, I just kept staring at the puke on the ground and didn't move.
+01:30 - After sitting outside for a while, which felt like a lifetime, my dad had finally come outside and told me to get inside and clean up. Instead, I took off the shorts and sweatshirt I had on that was covered in throw-up, and put on new ones. Then, I laid in bed for about two hours, in which I then decided to hang out with everyone else, at this point I was fine, thanking god to still be alive, note that I am not religious in anyway.
+06:00 - At this point I was ready to go to bed. It was only 10pm, but I was exhausted. I laid down in my bed and contemplated what the hell had just happened to me for quite some time. I was unable to sleep at all during this time and just kept thinking.
+10:00 - I wake up in a cold sweat and am filled with horrible anxiety. I had a nightmare about what had just happened earlier. When I woke up I felt slightly high again, confused about what was going on, and tired beyond belief. I decided "There is no way I am going to sleep tonight, I'll just stay up all night." I played Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas for pretty much the rest of the night, trying to hide my mind from all the paranoid thoughts I was getting. I was afraid that I would feel like that again, and the thoughts never got any better. As I'm writing this now I keep frantically looking around the room to make sure I stay sober.
+11:00 - At this point, I desperately needed to talk to somebody, anybody, but nobody was awake, and nobody was on Xbox to talk to. I decided to go on Bluelight and figured I would write a report on what I had experienced.
+13:00 - I am calming down because I realize the sun will come up soon, and I won't be forced to sit alone in my room any longer.
This was by far the craziest experience I have ever had and never want to have anything like this happen to me again. As I'm writing this I'm still shaking, filled with anxiety and paranoia, and playing San Andreas. This whole night I have been trying to keep my sanity together and stay awake. I will definitely never touch this stuff again or anything like it. I still have a headache from it. As long as these feelings I'm getting aren't permanent, I should be fine. I'll just stick with what I know best, weed. Thank you if you actually took the time to read this.
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