
This past Sunday night (June 26), after my last blogging post, I experienced my very first panic attack ever.
It was truly HORRIFIC. (ಥ﹏ಥ)
Here’s what happened.
Oh, and before I tell you my story, I want to state that marijuana is legal in my state.
I was offered by friends to try an edible chocolate chip cookie and a cannabis-infused slushie before that night’s birthday party celebration. I took that offer to experience it for the first time with a lack of knowledge of how much a first-timer should take. If I remember correctly, I consumed 2 little pieces of edible chocolate chip cookie (not sure how many doses are in a cookie) and took 1 shot glass from a cup of 25mg cannabis-infused slushie. I felt okay in the beginning. I was really hoping that my experience would be a good one since I know a good number of people who have taken marijuana before, and they always end up either relaxed or happy. Unexpectedly, everything took a wrong turn the moment I took a bite of a normal Madeleine cookie, and no, I’m not allergic to the cookie because I’ve eaten it plenty of times before. I’m assuming that the edibles finally kicked in.
WARNING OF UPCOMING DESCRIPTIVE DETAILS OF MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH MY PANIC ATTACK EXPERIENCE.
I couldn’t feel my throat and the bite of the Madeleine cookie felt extremely airy. I had an intense cooling sensation coming through my esophagus, and it felt so hard for me to breathe. My heart raced as if I was going to have a heart attack. I truly believe that I was having a heart attack. I literally rose up from my seat out of fear because I believed that I was going to die at that very moment. I made it obvious to everyone around me that I was literally going to die and that someone should call “911.” They called for Ouushi-kun to immediately come over and help me relax. It wasn’t “911“, but having my boyfriend next to me was good too, because Ouushi-kun’s presence and voice helped me relax a bit. He repeatedly told me to “breathe from your nose and let it out of your mouth” and to “relax” a lot. In addition to that, he counted my heart rate (beats per minute). I don’t exactly know the counts, but apparently it was really fast. I also told him to distract me from thinking about death by telling me a story. The distraction worked but honestly, I wished he was better at story-telling. Eventually, I calmed down slowly and cried because I really thought I was a goner. I observed the room and saw a couple of shocked faces. They had never seen anyone panic after taking edibles before. I mean, I haven’t either. I know I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about this whole situation.
Unfortunately, this was not my last panic attack of that night. [ ± _ ± ]

My panic attack was coming back again after 5-10 minutes of calming down. I immediately told Ouushi-kun to bring a bottle of water (I was extremely thirsty) and to walk out with me because I didn’t want to deal with the loud music and worry about others around me. I told Ouushi-kun that I needed to walk around the neighborhood to distract myself from this feeling. He advised me to stop thinking and relax, but I can’t. If only it were that easy to shake off these thoughts and feelings. I did try it though.
My panic attacks were on and off from that point on. It felt like endless torture. Ouushi-kun and I held hands while walking around the neighborhood for about 100x. We were basically walking in circles around the neighborhood, and sometimes I would have to sing loudly to shake off my negative thoughts and move my body a lot to shake-off the tingling numbness I was feeling around my legs and arms. During all of that, I even prepared a recorded voice message on Ouushi-kun’s cell phone, basically saying that my death is no one’s fault and that I love Ouushi-kun, my sister, and my dad. 。・゚゚(>д<)゚゚・。 I was also worried that if I were to die on the street, I feared that the police would punish my boyfriend for not calling “911” earlier and that he would have to go to jail. I worried about that more than my own death at some point. In between the hours, we had to head back inside so I could use the restroom or refill my water because my thirst was never ending. After that, we would head back out because I was still in an unstable state. All this walking (speed-walking) tired out Ouushi-kun’s legs and lower-back (he always had lower-back pain) because I couldn’t stay still from 9-ish pm to 1-ish am while I had my multiple panic attacks at the same time. He was so supportive all these hours and I felt really bad, so I told him that he could sit on the street curb and that I could try staying in one place for a bit. While he sat on the curb, I couldn’t stay still and walked in small circles for what felt like more than 100x. During the time I circled around, I was thinking how odd it is that my circles are so symmetrical. Weird. Anyways, after Ouushi-kun’s sitting curb break, we decided to go back inside to get some food to eat, but I could barely eat unless I got water to assist me with swallowing. A few friends were kind enough to give me herbal ointment to use, talked to me to distract my stressed thoughts, and tried to entertain me by pretending they were microwaving food (very comedy-like). By around 2-3 am, I calmed down a lot and decided that I was ready to be safely driven back home. After being back home, I was still paranoid of having more panic attacks, and I had to use the restroom to pee out all the water I drank intermittently for about 10x. Ouushi-kun and I stayed up till 5 or 6 am on Monday morning. Goodness gracious, what an awful night. I can say it’s one of the worst nights I’ve ever had. This whole experience was honestly quite traumatizing. It took me days to get back to my normal state without any paranoia about another panic attack. I even discussed my condition with my sister (soon to be a nurse). She isn’t a doctor or official nurse yet, but she told me that I might have post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) or have taken too many edibles that my body can handle. That’s logically possible. Overall, I can confidently say that I will never consume marijuana/edibles ever again.
After this experience, I did a lot of research to educate myself on panic attacks, anxiety attacks, marijuana stories, experiences, allergies, and more. Apparently, I’m not the only one that felt panic attacks after taking edibles. (¯ ¯٥)
For educational purposes…


#1 thing I advise to do first is relax and breathe.
To add to that, if you feel tingling and numbness, make sure to shake it off.
Move around if you have to.
Still alive and thriving,
Taro-chan (•ᴗ•) ♡