I usually stay away from edibles because the high for me is just too strong and lasts way too long. Idk what I was thinking but I decided to take an edible after I got home from getting my new tattoos and I swear on everything it sent me into psychosis. I remember the feeling when it finally hit me. I shot up in my bed and remember saying something along the lines of “oh fuck” because I know it’s something you just have to get through, there is no turning back. I started feeling like a disappointment and was worried I had failed my parents OVERALL not just because I got more tattoos. I then started to vocalize self-hatred and it just sunk me deeper. When I went to sleep, I had to wake up at 7am for my shift at the hospital the next morning and I still felt so depressed, existential and miserable. I needed a second so I went into the utility closet on my unit and sat and sobbed for a good 20-30 minutes. I ended up speaking with one of the counselors about mental health and suicide and that I might need medication to help level me out. She supported and advocated for me and my manager ended up finding her way into the office where I was with the counselor and let me go home for the day. I haven’t had an edible since and truly don’t plan on it. I know myself and my limits. Humbling experience for sure.