rickjamesmilkman
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- Feb 27, 2013
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Hello everyone, this is my first post here, and I'd just like to tell my story. Last summer, I was a somewhat normal teenager who loved his marijuana, and experimenting with other drugs. Prior to my bad trip, I had done L a dozen or so times, and shrooms twice. The drug that caused my bad trip was 25i-NBOMe, where I'm from it's known as SIMBA, so I'm just going to refer to it as that.
I have had a couple of bad trips on L, but I had always recovered after a day or two, with not lasting anxiety or anything. I basically became my old self again; well a more enlightened version albeit, but I was normal again. The other times I had tripped on acid, I had an amazing and beautiful time, and those experiences are still some of the best moments of my life.
So after having dipped my toes into L and shrooms, word got around town that there's this new RC and it's supposed to be a ridiculously wild ride. I've always been open to experiencing new things, and so I thought why not give it a try? I went over to the dudeman's house, and tried it. He made the people hang at his house for their trips, or at least until their come up and shit if they had a ride to wherever after. So I chilled there, and it was an awesome time. A little rocky come up, but it was great. I did it a second time a few months later with my best friend, and we ended up chilling in a gas station for a few hours until we got a ride home, and that too was an amazing experience.
Well the third time, and this is when I had my bad trip, was an odd night. It started out great; my good friend and I picked up a couple of doses, (the guy must have given me more than what was needed, because I had twice what my friend did), and we were driving around trying to figure out what to do that evening. So our friend asked if we wanted to chill at his place since his parents were out of town, so we headed over there and dosed. We were looking for buds to chill with that evening, so after we came up about an hour or two later, and were getting comfortable in our trip, our sober friend drove us to go get some green. We ended up getting an eighth of Super Silver Haze, and that still to this day, has been the best bud I've ever toked. My friend was having a rougher time though on the drive and stuff; like he was smiling really creepily, and I was pretty much fine and enjoying myself. It was his first time tripping, and I wish we'd had waited so he could've enjoyed L, but I was there for him, told him it was all going to be okay, and what have you.
So we went back, took bong rips of SSH, and rolled a blunt, and smoked pretty much the entire eighth, except for a blunt's worth. One of our friends needed a ride back, so my friend drove us to drop him off, and then on the way there, the apartment buildings looked like giant castles, it looked like we were going warp speed in star wars, and I don't know, I just got so freaked out out of nowhere. I gripped my friend's knee so hard I thought that I was going to draw blood. They dropped me off because that's what I asked, and I figured I just needed to go home and lay down and chill out. Well, I remembered how much the guy gave me of Simba, and I started to worry about ODing. Long story short, I ended up being driven to the hospital by a friend, and we sat outside for seven hours while my trip subsided, just in case if I needed to go in there if I was over dosing.
Now a year later, I haven't touched weed, or anything other than cigarettes and liquor. My anxiety is really terrible; if anyone has ever played Skyrim or Fallout, do you know how you can switch between first and third person views? Before my bad trip, I felt like I was living in the third person, and now after, I'm living in the first person, and it really weirds me out.
I suffered from wanting to kill myself shortly after my bad trip, because I was having real troubles distinguishing reality, and what not.
I'd like to start smoking again, but my anxiety is shit. Does anyone have any words of help that can get my anxiety at a lower, more easily controllable level? I'm too poor and don't have health insurance to go see a shrink, and get anti-anxiety meds, which would help a ton I'm sure. But I'd also rather be able to cope with this without drugs, and get back to a normal level, and not have to deal with this loss of reality shit.
Thanks for reading, and if anyone can help me out, you'll forever have my blessings.
I have had a couple of bad trips on L, but I had always recovered after a day or two, with not lasting anxiety or anything. I basically became my old self again; well a more enlightened version albeit, but I was normal again. The other times I had tripped on acid, I had an amazing and beautiful time, and those experiences are still some of the best moments of my life.
So after having dipped my toes into L and shrooms, word got around town that there's this new RC and it's supposed to be a ridiculously wild ride. I've always been open to experiencing new things, and so I thought why not give it a try? I went over to the dudeman's house, and tried it. He made the people hang at his house for their trips, or at least until their come up and shit if they had a ride to wherever after. So I chilled there, and it was an awesome time. A little rocky come up, but it was great. I did it a second time a few months later with my best friend, and we ended up chilling in a gas station for a few hours until we got a ride home, and that too was an amazing experience.
Well the third time, and this is when I had my bad trip, was an odd night. It started out great; my good friend and I picked up a couple of doses, (the guy must have given me more than what was needed, because I had twice what my friend did), and we were driving around trying to figure out what to do that evening. So our friend asked if we wanted to chill at his place since his parents were out of town, so we headed over there and dosed. We were looking for buds to chill with that evening, so after we came up about an hour or two later, and were getting comfortable in our trip, our sober friend drove us to go get some green. We ended up getting an eighth of Super Silver Haze, and that still to this day, has been the best bud I've ever toked. My friend was having a rougher time though on the drive and stuff; like he was smiling really creepily, and I was pretty much fine and enjoying myself. It was his first time tripping, and I wish we'd had waited so he could've enjoyed L, but I was there for him, told him it was all going to be okay, and what have you.
So we went back, took bong rips of SSH, and rolled a blunt, and smoked pretty much the entire eighth, except for a blunt's worth. One of our friends needed a ride back, so my friend drove us to drop him off, and then on the way there, the apartment buildings looked like giant castles, it looked like we were going warp speed in star wars, and I don't know, I just got so freaked out out of nowhere. I gripped my friend's knee so hard I thought that I was going to draw blood. They dropped me off because that's what I asked, and I figured I just needed to go home and lay down and chill out. Well, I remembered how much the guy gave me of Simba, and I started to worry about ODing. Long story short, I ended up being driven to the hospital by a friend, and we sat outside for seven hours while my trip subsided, just in case if I needed to go in there if I was over dosing.
Now a year later, I haven't touched weed, or anything other than cigarettes and liquor. My anxiety is really terrible; if anyone has ever played Skyrim or Fallout, do you know how you can switch between first and third person views? Before my bad trip, I felt like I was living in the third person, and now after, I'm living in the first person, and it really weirds me out.
I suffered from wanting to kill myself shortly after my bad trip, because I was having real troubles distinguishing reality, and what not.
I'd like to start smoking again, but my anxiety is shit. Does anyone have any words of help that can get my anxiety at a lower, more easily controllable level? I'm too poor and don't have health insurance to go see a shrink, and get anti-anxiety meds, which would help a ton I'm sure. But I'd also rather be able to cope with this without drugs, and get back to a normal level, and not have to deal with this loss of reality shit.
Thanks for reading, and if anyone can help me out, you'll forever have my blessings.
