Hello all. Thanks for taking time to read this. For starters I'm 18 years old, just graduated high school, I have a broken leg currently (this will be important later in my story). This may be lengthy but it's somewhat interesting so hang in there. I have no prior records or experience with mental illness, in fact I've always considered myself to be pretty mentally strong. So one night I was out with friends partying. Doing the usual thing, smoking marijuana and drinking alcohol. Now I'd consider myself experienced with both of those things. Felt normal throughout the night, then when I came home and laid down in bed, my mind began racing, thoughts about death, the world etc. and I think I had somewhat of a panic attack. I woke up the next morning very disoriented, I don't get hangovers really so I knew I was just feeling weird. Like everything wasn't real. My house felt strange, my parents didn't seem real, like I obviously know they're real but they just didn't seem like it. It's been four days and I think it's getting better, either that or I'm getting used to it. I still have little moments where I get anxiety now if I think about it too hard, which I've never had any form of anxiety previously. I also feel like the world is meaningless now, and people aren't really real. This freaks me out the most because I was the kid that was always saying the opposite of that like "man you just gotta live there's so much to life!" This is where my broken leg comes in, ever since I broke it I've been doing about 10% of the things I usually do. I was always active before my injury, sporty, outgoing, but ever since my episode, I feel like that version of me is dead and it scares me to death.
I might need surgery on my leg which also scares me. I feel like I'm going crazy which Ik is a symptom of DP, but I've honestly cried the past two nights, and I don't have any suicidial thoughts which I'm assuming are good signs? I've always been an over thinker, maybe now it's caught up to
me. So to summarize, I think this is marijuana induced, along with me hiding my fears. I just want the old me back, this is the scariest thing I've ever been through.
I might need surgery on my leg which also scares me. I feel like I'm going crazy which Ik is a symptom of DP, but I've honestly cried the past two nights, and I don't have any suicidial thoughts which I'm assuming are good signs? I've always been an over thinker, maybe now it's caught up to
me. So to summarize, I think this is marijuana induced, along with me hiding my fears. I just want the old me back, this is the scariest thing I've ever been through.