So for easter I decided to get high with my cuzzos in a car. We parked in a low key place because our family are strict christians. So we started hotboxing his car, and prior to this, I have been taking some drags off of my pen.

So my eldest cousin (22) offered us a “dank pen” cart (which turned out to be from the black market). He was telling us that the carts at the dispensaries were too weak and that the dank pen cart is the best. So I took like 5 good hits and soon smoke was everywhere in the car. I couldn’t feel anything, I didn’t feel *high*. So after like 20 minutes when we were all done, we drove pack to the easter party, and all of our parents were intheir cars waiting for us, ready to leave. My eldest cousin just dropped us off and left. So me and my younger cousin started flipping out getting paranoid that our parents would find out. We thought we would have much more time to settle down. So we went our separate ways, and when I looked at my dad on the mirror he looked like he was suspicious of me. So i kept my head down as much as i could as he pulled onto the road. Everything was fine, at least I thought it was. But then when we got into the freeway, shit hit the fan.

I started to feel off, really off. I felt like I was dreaming and I was trying really hard to wake up. But I *was* awake, and I wasn’t dreaming. But I kept trying to wake up anyway. I started to lose sense of time. I questioned if I even existed. I started to feel delusional really fast. My parents would be chatting in the car, and I would hear it, but then their voices would repeat in my head. Over and over again. I started looking all over the place, freaking out, while trying to keep my cool.

We are finally home, finally. I fucking run my ass over to the door and get in ASAP. I didn’t care about being stealthy anymore, I ran like a motherfucker. Once i got in my room, I slammed the god damn door and barricaded it with my heavy ass counter. Thank fuck that my parents didn’t question any of my behavior. I started tweaking the fuck out, I hopped onto discord trying to think of some stoner friends I could talk to. I finally found one, and I started spamming the shit out of his DMs. I told him everything that happened. Every detail. But when i told him about the cart, thats when i found out. He told me it was fake and it had pesticides. And I was in denial, but I believed him. Idk how to explain. My brain was trying not to die. All of a sudden, my mom knocks on my door, I flicked my head to the door so fast I probably could have snapped my own neck. I was paranoid as fuck. I de-barricaded my door and slightly open my door just enough to make eye contact with my mom. She said she was going grocery shopping, so i was like “ok” and impulsively kissed her on the cheek. Then i slammed the door and barricaded the door again.

Heres the thing, when I got my ass to bed after everyone was telling me to chill the fuck out and watch netflix or sleep, I was thinking about my interaction with my mom that just happened. I COULDNT REMEMBER IT EVEN HAPPENING! I mean i could *remember* it happening, but it didnt feel like it happened. Maybe my brain is putting fake events into my memory. SO I WAS DREAMING!! (But i wasnt) so i layed in my bed and tried so hard to snap out of this and wake up. I eventually strained my head so much that i just fell asleep. I woke up 6 hours later, it was night time. I got my phone, and googled the shit out of what I had just gone through, I eventually found out that it was in fact psychosis.