While I've had periods of regular use during my younger years, my chemistry has never handled THC particularly well. The moment it begins to take hold I spiral down these heart-pounding anxiety holes that chew me up and spit me out right back at the top where I begin the journey anew for the next few hours with increasing intensity.
I become so insecure and socially inept that I don't even enjoy doing it around my own wife, as I feel like she's going to notice how fucking weird I am and begin interrogations. When people ask me to describe what I'm going through while high, I explain it so poorly/strangely that it makes them think the situation is worse than it is, they begin asking more questions, and it causes me to spiral even deeper. It's bizarre. It's even weirder because I'm someone who enjoys psychedelics and I have for decades, and yet THC absolutely ruins me.
Anyway, long story short.. The other night my wife's friend brought us some cannabis products. Some CBD breath strips for me, and THC breath strips for her. Same brand. Naturally, I got them confused (not realizing she also received similarlaly packaged breath strips) and I was leaning into the fridge to fill my water cup when the hell-ride began.
Fortunately, my wife knows I don't handle it well and was an absolute angel in her attempts to calm me down with quiet cuddling and didn't ask too many questions as not to sketch me out. At some point she fell asleep and I began hearing small noises near my dresser in the dark. I thought I heard a girl talking in the house over the white noise of the fan, and at one point believed I saw a small white orb or light hovering above the fan before fading away. I believed whole-heartedly in that moment that my house was haunted. This persisted until I fell asleep and woke up my normal self, to the amusement of my wife.
I thought smoking weed was rough, but edibles are an entirely different animal. Never again will I take anything without double-checking the label.