i was the biggest pot head for like 4 or 5 years...then a year ago all of a sudden, smokin a show with my buddy and at first i started to get really paniced that my jaw was locking and i was be trapped in my mind. while it was slowly locking everything below my chin seemed like it was rising...and then i couldnt talk, and my thoughts were running wild, and they were telling me i was going to go crazy. when my jaw unlocked i calmed down, and thought nothing was wrong...but about 5 minutes later, me and my buddy parked somewhere quiet and it started again. i couldnt listen to to music on the radio because it fed terrifying thoughts into my head, my friend couldnt talk to me because i wudnt let him, i could look at anything because it allllll fed some kind of intense fear of me going crazy. then it got 100% worse...i had the belief that the pot was laced with acid and that it was going to make me go crazy, and that if i didnt kill myself when i went home i was going to end up in a mental ward screaming bloody homicide for the rest of my life. it was like my thoughts were predictions for my future, and i couldnt control them. everything connected to make me truely believe that i was going to go crazy. i went home and went to bed after talking to my mom...stopped smoking pit but then 2 weeks later i went to visit some old friends and it happened again. except the believe that what i was thinking, i was actually SAYING out loud with like, an alter personality or something, it was F**KED! that episode was soooooo much harder to get over then the frist one, and a few months later i screwed up and smoked pot again and then had ANOTHER episode. it was easy to snap out of though because i realized it was just the pot, and it's obviously not working for me anymore. ive been on meds for the past year since the second episode, talking to doctors and therpists, so far they've chalked it up to panic disorder...maybe its more serious, maybe it's not, but im working on recovering, and i havent touched pot in 7 months

it's been a hellish ride but im getting better. i still have the thoughts run through my head that im going to go crazy and i put things together that "prove" this theory, all in my subconsiouce...but i ignore it because apparently it's just anxiety. i could probably have a gun held to my head and it would NOT compare to how terrifying this past year has been...but i accept that this is what has happened, and i do my best to help myself.
i hope everyone who's gone through the bad trip shinnannigins is doing okay!