I used to lovvve it. I would smoke every day for years with my friends and we would go on adventures exploring trails and fields (probably trespassed on someone's property like once a week lol whoops). If I was alone, I would smoke at home and clean or listen to music. It really was my escape, as corny as that sounds. BUT... all good things must come to an end, and unfortunately mine was about 3 years ago or so.
This picture of Peter glitching is probably the best representation to how I feel now when i take a 5mg edible these days. One bad experience with a different substance occurred and ruined weed for me completely. Now, whenever I get high, or even inhale a bit too much secondhand smoke, my heart starts racing, I disassociate, and get flung into the most severe panic attack imaginable. It's like living in a nightmare for approximately 3 hours.
Honestly, the worst part is explaining this to people and they reply with "you just have a low tolerance/you just need to try this strain/blah blah blah". I've tried easing myself back into it but nothing works, my brain just associates weed with danger now regardless of the strain. womp womp.
