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So, I’d like to propose that we use this thread to describe an event—assuming one exists for you—that shifted you from being "normal" to feeling like you weren't quite yourself anymore.
It was December 22, 2012, and I remember it as vividly as if it happened yesterday. My sister and I were smoking marijuana, and her boyfriend was there too, even though he’s usually strictly against it. I wasn't much of a user myself, maybe two or three times a year, and it always felt fine. But this time, my sister suggested using a larger amount, and I didn't put up a fight. For those first fifteen or twenty minutes, I felt absolutely fantastic, just laughing my head off like a madman. Then, out of nowhere, I felt something shift deep inside me. A sense of terror, unlike anything I had ever experienced, suddenly took hold. Without thinking, I bolted from my chair and began pacing frantically around the house. I was gripped by this overwhelming fear that I was actually going to die—a primal dread I had never encountered before. I even rushed outside and shoved my face into the snow, hoping for some relief, but nothing helped. When I stumbled back inside, my sister and her boyfriend just stared at me in total confusion because I couldn't stay still for even a single second. The whole world was spinning, and my heart was pounding against my ribs like it was trying to escape. It lasted about an hour before I finally managed to pull myself together enough to drift off into a brief sleep. But when I woke up, everything had changed. My friends came to pick me up in their car, and suddenly, the entire world looked strange, as if everything were shrouded in a thick fog. It was then I realized that the cheerful, happy version of myself had simply vanished, replaced by someone new who lives in a state of constant anxiety and tension. From that moment on, I became an anxious hypochondriac plagued by obsessive thoughts, while the old "me" seemed to have disappeared forever.
It was December 22, 2012, and I remember it as vividly as if it happened yesterday. My sister and I were smoking marijuana, and her boyfriend was there too, even though he’s usually strictly against it. I wasn't much of a user myself, maybe two or three times a year, and it always felt fine. But this time, my sister suggested using a larger amount, and I didn't put up a fight. For those first fifteen or twenty minutes, I felt absolutely fantastic, just laughing my head off like a madman. Then, out of nowhere, I felt something shift deep inside me. A sense of terror, unlike anything I had ever experienced, suddenly took hold. Without thinking, I bolted from my chair and began pacing frantically around the house. I was gripped by this overwhelming fear that I was actually going to die—a primal dread I had never encountered before. I even rushed outside and shoved my face into the snow, hoping for some relief, but nothing helped. When I stumbled back inside, my sister and her boyfriend just stared at me in total confusion because I couldn't stay still for even a single second. The whole world was spinning, and my heart was pounding against my ribs like it was trying to escape. It lasted about an hour before I finally managed to pull myself together enough to drift off into a brief sleep. But when I woke up, everything had changed. My friends came to pick me up in their car, and suddenly, the entire world looked strange, as if everything were shrouded in a thick fog. It was then I realized that the cheerful, happy version of myself had simply vanished, replaced by someone new who lives in a state of constant anxiety and tension. From that moment on, I became an anxious hypochondriac plagued by obsessive thoughts, while the old "me" seemed to have disappeared forever.