I live in the uk, the weed here is mostly sprayed, everyone likes to deny that they smoke sprayed weed but they have no clue. I’ve seen so many people fall off, go paranoid, or just change as a whole because of weed.
He worked in Delhi and lived in Gurgaon. I lived in a PG nearby. He would score stuff from Delhi and we would smoke together in a park near my PG. For one whole year, we sat together for hours, smoked, talked about life, aliens, random deep things. I thought we were friends.
I have BPD, so when things feel bad my mind goes way over the top. Like everything feels like the worst thing in the world. A while ago in therapy I found that it really helps to write down all my worst thoughts in the moment to stop me from overreacting/self-destructing.