anxietyfreak12
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The trip takes place about 8 months ago, I was 18 and a freshman in college. This was my third time taking acid and I had done shrooms previous to this a few times. Anyways, two of my friends and I decided to buy acid and take it in the same day. It was a very quick decision but I was ready to have a fun trip.
My buddies and I took one tab each and waited. As we started to see the carpet slowly waving and breathing we knew the trip had begun. As the trip got more intense, it was like nothing I had seen before. I could look at the wall and it seemed there was wet paint dripping down the wall. While trying to have conversations with people, which was nearly impossible, I could see numbers and letters moving through the air. I always thought the coolest thing about tripping was that you can communicate with your friends who are tripping without even saying a world. I was having a great trip, but once the visuals slowly started fading and the euphoric feeling had disappeared, my buddy suggested we smoke some bud.
This is where the trip got very bad. Although I had thought it was over, smoking had made me start tripping harder than before. Instead of everything moving together and mellow colors, I started to see flashing colors of red and purple with visuals that seemed angry. As I returned to the spot where we tool the lsd, I looked at myself in the mirror and for some reason my adams apple looked very weird. I started to feel that strong wave of anxiety and fear strike my chest. I tried to calm down and went to sit with my friends. I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to scare them, but as the minutes went by I entered the worst hours of my life.
As I sat on the couch, I couldn't stop thinking about my adams apple. I started thinking my esophagus was coming out of my mouth and I couldn't snap out of it. I had found myself trapped, thinking that I was dying and that my esophagus was actually starting to come out of my mouth. I still hadn't told anyone, but I got up and went to my room to sit on my bed. One of my buddies came in and saw my playing with my throat. I was convinced that the sound of my voice changed when I would push my throat one way or the other. He suggested we go for a walk because he could see I was having a bad trip.
While walking, I couldn't stop thinking about how I was dying. I didn't realize it at the time but I kept trying to feel the back of my throat with my tongue, making it unable to breath. I found myself nearly passing out non stop. After this, my tongue felt like it was sucking down my throat and if I didn't bite down with my tongue sticking out a little bit, I would keep choking. The feeling in my throat remained for 5 hours, plus the 5 hours of tripping before that.
Now that you know the story, I hope you can help me because despite being 8 months passed this incident, it has fucked my life up. I say this because to start I was suicidal for a week after the bad trip, thinking I had already died. Mainly, the problem was and still is the feeling in my throat. I have this constant feeling that there is a lump in my throat and I'm choking. This has led to several panic attacks where I can't talk and I think about the bad trip. I used to smoke bud every day and now I do maybe once a month. Even when I do smoke bud, my throat bothers me and thats all I think about. I had my tonsils removed cause I thought that was the problem, but it wasn't. Now I am on antidepressants and anxiety medication and my throat is still bothering me!!!
Somebody please help me. I have looked up a bunch of stuff but it could be anything. How can I fix my throat?
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My buddies and I took one tab each and waited. As we started to see the carpet slowly waving and breathing we knew the trip had begun. As the trip got more intense, it was like nothing I had seen before. I could look at the wall and it seemed there was wet paint dripping down the wall. While trying to have conversations with people, which was nearly impossible, I could see numbers and letters moving through the air. I always thought the coolest thing about tripping was that you can communicate with your friends who are tripping without even saying a world. I was having a great trip, but once the visuals slowly started fading and the euphoric feeling had disappeared, my buddy suggested we smoke some bud.
This is where the trip got very bad. Although I had thought it was over, smoking had made me start tripping harder than before. Instead of everything moving together and mellow colors, I started to see flashing colors of red and purple with visuals that seemed angry. As I returned to the spot where we tool the lsd, I looked at myself in the mirror and for some reason my adams apple looked very weird. I started to feel that strong wave of anxiety and fear strike my chest. I tried to calm down and went to sit with my friends. I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to scare them, but as the minutes went by I entered the worst hours of my life.
As I sat on the couch, I couldn't stop thinking about my adams apple. I started thinking my esophagus was coming out of my mouth and I couldn't snap out of it. I had found myself trapped, thinking that I was dying and that my esophagus was actually starting to come out of my mouth. I still hadn't told anyone, but I got up and went to my room to sit on my bed. One of my buddies came in and saw my playing with my throat. I was convinced that the sound of my voice changed when I would push my throat one way or the other. He suggested we go for a walk because he could see I was having a bad trip.
While walking, I couldn't stop thinking about how I was dying. I didn't realize it at the time but I kept trying to feel the back of my throat with my tongue, making it unable to breath. I found myself nearly passing out non stop. After this, my tongue felt like it was sucking down my throat and if I didn't bite down with my tongue sticking out a little bit, I would keep choking. The feeling in my throat remained for 5 hours, plus the 5 hours of tripping before that.
Now that you know the story, I hope you can help me because despite being 8 months passed this incident, it has fucked my life up. I say this because to start I was suicidal for a week after the bad trip, thinking I had already died. Mainly, the problem was and still is the feeling in my throat. I have this constant feeling that there is a lump in my throat and I'm choking. This has led to several panic attacks where I can't talk and I think about the bad trip. I used to smoke bud every day and now I do maybe once a month. Even when I do smoke bud, my throat bothers me and thats all I think about. I had my tonsils removed cause I thought that was the problem, but it wasn't. Now I am on antidepressants and anxiety medication and my throat is still bothering me!!!
Somebody please help me. I have looked up a bunch of stuff but it could be anything. How can I fix my throat?
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_lsd
substancecode_lysergamides
explevel_inexperienced
exptype_negative
exptype_bodyload
exptype_difficult
roacode_sublingual
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