Kvasablanca
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Hello, sorry if this is in the wrong section (I looked through the forums and this seemed to be the most suitable place.)
About 5 months ago I bought a gram of 2cb, me and two others decided we would try it out so we went to a friends house where there were two sober people to sit us and each weighed some up. I had taken 2cb, 2ce, and lsd numerous times in large doses, the largest dose of 2cb being 60mg. Never had any problems apart from one minor bad trip as a result of a LOT of acid and an encounter with the police whilst in possession of a bottle.
I weighed myself 48mg, can't quite remember what the others had but it was between 30 and 40. After about 30 minutes I was already coming up which was strange as normally it would take me about an hour. I didn't really think about it and just waited until I came up, but it didn't stop. I kept coming up, but didn't want to say anything to the others as for one of them it was their first time taking 2cb and didn't want to give off any negative feelings or create a panic. I kept coming up and up to the point where I couldn't actually believe my eyes, I was tripping 50x harder (absolutely no exaggeration) than I ever had before, I had to say something. I turned to my friends and said "I'm tripping fucking balls!" and the expression on their faces instantly told me that they were tripping as hard as me. We then started discussing it and were suggesting that maybe the scales were broke and we did a lot more than we thought we did. After this I can't quite remember much other than vivid dream like memories of my trip involving being bit by dogs, chased by dozens of police cars. I have been told I was attempting to throw myself in front of cars, one of my sober friends was trying to take 2 of us back to my house and had to call the police and it apparently took 8 of them to restrain the two of us. I was handcuffed and almost taken to the station until my friend finally managed to help them understand the situation, at which point I was taken to hospital in a police van. I woke up in the morning with horrible deep cuts in my wrists where I had been trying to escape from the cuffs! I would go into more detail about the trip but right now I'm really not enjoying reliving it in the dark in my room. Maybe another time.
Basically I woke up in hospital the next morning (I have a few really fucked up memories of tripping in the hospital bed and being spoken to by doctors) having to piece together what had happened, what I did last night and why I was in hospital. I was told by a nurse that my friend was in intensive care in a medically induced coma. To this day I still don't know what I took, maybe a derivative of 2cb, was thinking maybe along the lines of bromo-dragonfly. But since it happened I have never been the same.
Almost every night since it happened I have laid in my bed at night for hours playing it through in my head over and over again which causes me to panic and the horrible feeling I felt in my chest that night comes back. The other two that were involved have said they suffered from similar disturbances but don't seem to be suffering any where near as bad as me. Before it happened I was the happiest person I knew, so content with life and happy with who I was, and could never understand people that let themselves get miserable, but now everyday I get negative thoughts and am sometimes even bought to tears and I have no idea why, I don't feel happy with where I am in my life, I have no idea what I'm going to do with the rest of my life, whenever I am reminded of times that happened before the trip I get really upset and wish I was back there. Any song that I used to listen to then now makes me feel sad, the slightest thing almost brings me to tears. I don't know who to talk to I don't feel like a doctor will help, I need a psychiatrist but one who has been through the same experience as me, it helps to talk to the others who were involved but I always feel like they don't even understand.
Can any one relate to any of this or does anyone have any advice?
About 5 months ago I bought a gram of 2cb, me and two others decided we would try it out so we went to a friends house where there were two sober people to sit us and each weighed some up. I had taken 2cb, 2ce, and lsd numerous times in large doses, the largest dose of 2cb being 60mg. Never had any problems apart from one minor bad trip as a result of a LOT of acid and an encounter with the police whilst in possession of a bottle.
I weighed myself 48mg, can't quite remember what the others had but it was between 30 and 40. After about 30 minutes I was already coming up which was strange as normally it would take me about an hour. I didn't really think about it and just waited until I came up, but it didn't stop. I kept coming up, but didn't want to say anything to the others as for one of them it was their first time taking 2cb and didn't want to give off any negative feelings or create a panic. I kept coming up and up to the point where I couldn't actually believe my eyes, I was tripping 50x harder (absolutely no exaggeration) than I ever had before, I had to say something. I turned to my friends and said "I'm tripping fucking balls!" and the expression on their faces instantly told me that they were tripping as hard as me. We then started discussing it and were suggesting that maybe the scales were broke and we did a lot more than we thought we did. After this I can't quite remember much other than vivid dream like memories of my trip involving being bit by dogs, chased by dozens of police cars. I have been told I was attempting to throw myself in front of cars, one of my sober friends was trying to take 2 of us back to my house and had to call the police and it apparently took 8 of them to restrain the two of us. I was handcuffed and almost taken to the station until my friend finally managed to help them understand the situation, at which point I was taken to hospital in a police van. I woke up in the morning with horrible deep cuts in my wrists where I had been trying to escape from the cuffs! I would go into more detail about the trip but right now I'm really not enjoying reliving it in the dark in my room. Maybe another time.
Basically I woke up in hospital the next morning (I have a few really fucked up memories of tripping in the hospital bed and being spoken to by doctors) having to piece together what had happened, what I did last night and why I was in hospital. I was told by a nurse that my friend was in intensive care in a medically induced coma. To this day I still don't know what I took, maybe a derivative of 2cb, was thinking maybe along the lines of bromo-dragonfly. But since it happened I have never been the same.
Almost every night since it happened I have laid in my bed at night for hours playing it through in my head over and over again which causes me to panic and the horrible feeling I felt in my chest that night comes back. The other two that were involved have said they suffered from similar disturbances but don't seem to be suffering any where near as bad as me. Before it happened I was the happiest person I knew, so content with life and happy with who I was, and could never understand people that let themselves get miserable, but now everyday I get negative thoughts and am sometimes even bought to tears and I have no idea why, I don't feel happy with where I am in my life, I have no idea what I'm going to do with the rest of my life, whenever I am reminded of times that happened before the trip I get really upset and wish I was back there. Any song that I used to listen to then now makes me feel sad, the slightest thing almost brings me to tears. I don't know who to talk to I don't feel like a doctor will help, I need a psychiatrist but one who has been through the same experience as me, it helps to talk to the others who were involved but I always feel like they don't even understand.
Can any one relate to any of this or does anyone have any advice?
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