Giving a little background, I (18M) had smoked weed a handful of times before this but nothing could really prepare me for what was about to happen to me. I (stupidly) decided to eat a shady 600mg gummy edible with my friend the night before school. It started mellow, but skyrocketed before I could even register the effects. I began walking in circles like I was stuck in a time loop and pretty much went unconscious, and couldn’t do anything but continue to walk in the circles. I was unable to think at that time and hardly remember any of it. I snapped out of my trance after around 20 minutes, and collapsed completely in my own head for around an hour. This is where it got hectic, though, as I shuffled over to the bathroom somehow throwing up so much to fill the entire sink completely with vomit. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone vomit as much as I did that day. After this, I collapsed on the bed and remained conscious of everything happening around me. I began to feel myself moving in all directions at once. As I continued to think about my situation, my perception of what I know normally completely was gone. As I have been atheist all my life, I never believed in god and don’t after this experience. Although this was true, I completely believed god was real at the time. I somehow was placed in the mind of what I imagined to be an elderly white religious woman. The hate I felt towards myself and my lifestyle was immense. The crazy thing was that I completely believed everything in this seemingly opposite perception. This then led me down a rabbit hole of thinking this was what hell was, and that I was reliving this torture over and over. I began having auditory hallucinations of my friends slamming his head and banging on the door, although this never happened. I felt my soul leave my body, and began to see a bright light. This is when I woke up the next morning, somehow exactly at the right time for school, with no alarm or anything. The side effects of this were long lasting, as for around a week after the incident everything I touched with my hands felt 30x as strong as it did before. I still can feel this effect, around a year later. Smoking for me after this incident was never the same. I get stuck in thought loops and hyper analyze myself, being stuck in delusions. Some of my common delusions include thinking that I am addicted to cannabis, and that I am still living in the time when I smoked weed for the first time, somehow doomed to this reality because I am now in hell. I began finding it hard to not question every single one of my thoughts, seeing those around me so sure of themselves when I knew they were wrong about certain things. For example, many of the people that im around project their insecurities onto others, which is something I was oblivious to before this for the most part. I became obsessed with being self aware, as many of my peers weren’t. I believed that if they were all oblivious of all of these things about themselves, I was too. Another characteristic of my new high was the strange intense feeling in my brain. I constantly felt like my brain was screaming at me. I can’t really describe it in words, but it was like my brain was being squeezed and fried when I would smoke. All times after this my tactile sensitivity would also persist, never really leaving me. Now, I pretty well abstain from any psychoactive drug. I’ll smoke a very light amount of a hit or two every few months to see if it’s changed, but I still never enjoy it. I did 1.2 grams of psilocybin a while back and didn’t feel many effects, although I felt myself tipping into the full belief in spirits side even by that small of a dose. This was also the point to where my hyper sensitivity became permanent, as it was reactivated by my trip. At a point in my trip I was describing how my dad “knows” and how he was enlightened. I became somewhat obsessive over the path to enlightenment for a time after this and began that I had just simply begun that path through my realizations about the world over the past months. A little later, I found out that my family has preexisting mental illness particularly with  schizophrenia usually happening with men. My uncle believes in lizard people, thinks he controls minds, is being followed by gypsies, and my grandpa  is constantly ordering miracle pills to make him live forever from random small countries. Piecing this together, I think I will never do any psychoactive drugs again. This deeply saddens me as I find them extremely fascinating and one of the last wonders in a world that is so void of anything unusual. I’m wondering what you all think of my story, and if I’ll ever be able to use drugs such as weed, mushrooms, or maybe even dmt one day. I always have the thoughts lurking behind me that I was authentically on a path to enlightenment, and I still somewhat genuinely believe them. The decision almost feels split in my mind as a maybe but firmly believing each side.