So this is very difficult for me to post about, as it is very hard for me to explain and even comprehend at the moment. I was never a smoker before finasteride, but I just bought weed from a friend a couple weeks back. I smoked some about two weeks ago and it had very little effect on me. Perhaps it mellowed me out a bit, but it actually led to some of the worst sleep I’ve gotten in awhile. Well last night, I had just come home from a long night of work and decided to try it again. The same weed… and the results were catastrophic and mind-altering. I am not exaggerating any of the following information… It immediately went to my head, and made me mellow for about 10 minutes. I was sitting outside and this mellowness turned into a very strange sensation in my penis that made me want to start touching it. It wasn’t necessarily pleasurable, just a bizarre pulsating sensation. No sooner had I gone inside (about 20 minutes later) did my world turn upside down. The anxiety that I used to get on finasteride has completely melted away in the year and some change that I’ve been off of it, but it came back full force and worse, with my heart rate through the roof, and I 100% convinced I was dying. I was staying at my parents’ house, so my instincts told me to wake my dad up. What should have been a slight high turned into a full on trip. There is no easy way for me to explain it, but as he tried to console me in my bed, I was telling him I was dying and that he had to tell the world what Propecia had done to me (he knows about the problems the drug has caused for me). I kept repeating that I had ended up in some alternate universe and that I was already dead. I even kept repeating the name of this website (which he already knows about), pleading him to “tell everyone”. I couldn’t fall asleep, and my penis had shrunken and turned as numb as my first crash. I literally had no sensation in it at all and it had withered away and tightened so much that it felt like a little nub and so this elevated my anxiety even more. The next two hours that he spent in the room with me were horrifying. I was basically paralyzed and could not move. I could only lay there and witness myself die. I know this sounds ridiculous, but I was going into the light. Immediately I entered some limbo or afterlife where I began having these insane revelations about my life… about friends and family in my life who were actually plotting behind my back (just ridiculous shit). There are plenty more details I could probably remember, but I am already going overboard. I wake up two hours later at 7:00AM and I can definitely feel myself coming down from an insane high. While most things are beginning to feel somewhat normal by this time, my penis has not recovered any sensitivity and is still roughly 1/3 the size of its flaccid size (which is already reduced because of PFS). Foolishly, I went and forced masturbation thinking my mind-bent state would bring me some unforeseen libido despite my penis looking almost non-existent. I also begin googling bad trips, and how long they can last. I found someone with a similar experience (in feeling like he was dying), and everyone who responded to his post assumed that his marijuana had somehow been laced with something very potent like PCP or LSD, as no high from weed should ever be that devastating. I lay in bed for about three hours until I hear my dad get up. I ask him what exactly I was saying earlier that morning, and he repeated, more or less, everything I had said. I apologized over and over, and he said he was incredibly worried about me. He smoked dope growing up and never experienced anything like that. Point is, today I am in a very strange mental state. Somewhat in disbelief, somewhat curious, but quite honestly I am disturbed. Things feel even more off today mentally. I feel less in touch with the world around me. My penis is as small and numb as it has ever been. Like I said, I haven’t seen it even remotely close to this state since my awful crash after ceasing finasteride use. A part of me is very worried that I have just set myself back permanently… I am in a bad place. I am trying not to convince myself that I have fucked myself up, because I know it will be easier for me to believe it, but I read about people who have very bad trips from mind-altering chemicals and some of them face serious repercussions. But it was marijuana, and I have no fucking clue what happened to me!!! I had to post this experience as I saw nothing even close to my results in these posts. I am sorry for sounding so dramatic, but I am 100% serious about all of the feelings that this caused. If it’s believable, I would say that period of two or so hours were worse than me discovering this website for the first time and coming to the realization that Propecia had completely fucked me up. I am also sorry for the overusage of "I"s at the beginning of sentences, but I was letting this out as a stream of consciousness.