Tripintoreality
Greenlighter
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- Aug 11, 2017
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So, around a week ago I did half a tab of LSD. Before I go further into this I'd like to say I am already quite an anxious person, always have been. Diagnosed with GAD (generalised anxiety disorder) in my early teens. I've dabbled in drugs a little, ive done my fare share of MDMA and Cokecaine. I've been known to panic over small things and I thought that was bad, but then comes the acid.
I had the pleasure of attending a festival recently and I had a fantastic time. The trip wasn't bad at all, at least not at the start. I know you have to be dedicated to a long day of losing complete touch with reality and I thought I was ready for that. The first 5 hours we're great, I was one with the grass and laying with my eyes closed felt like I was watching the rainbow road on maricart spiral out of control, the clouds we're deep red and i was having a lovely time.
Then the anxiety started. For no reason at all, I have no idea what sparked it during the trip but I had a feeling of dread go through my body and I didn't feel ok. I rode it out and let the lsd wear off, but the anxiety didn't go away and I almost felt like I was still on lsd. The day after I felt completely depersonalised, everything that was happening felt so far away. I was trying to pinch myself because i couldnt even feel pain. I was constantly shaking and i couldnt go outside without clinging onto my mums arm. I was having panic attacks regularly and these feelings didn't go away, and 6 days later they still totally haven't. I felt hypersensitive to the point where my heart heating scared me. Everything scared me, I could barely watch the latest episode of Rick and Morty (PICKLE RICK!!)
By the 3rd day I had completely convinced myself that nothing was real, that i had imagined everything, my own existence and the people around me. I was having irrational thoughts that would spiral my anxiety out of control. I was very scared of everything.
I'm a regular stoner, I wake up and blaze then blaze before bed. It's 6 days later and I can barely handle sharing a joint with my boyfriend.
My anxiety levels are now starting to settle down and I can finally smoke a little weed without panicking too much. I feel a little more connected to reality. I just want to go outside without feeling my heart pound out of my chest. I know it's only been a week and I need to take it day by day and eventually I'll be okay, it's just hard to battle the spaced out feeling - especially after a J.
I had the pleasure of attending a festival recently and I had a fantastic time. The trip wasn't bad at all, at least not at the start. I know you have to be dedicated to a long day of losing complete touch with reality and I thought I was ready for that. The first 5 hours we're great, I was one with the grass and laying with my eyes closed felt like I was watching the rainbow road on maricart spiral out of control, the clouds we're deep red and i was having a lovely time.
Then the anxiety started. For no reason at all, I have no idea what sparked it during the trip but I had a feeling of dread go through my body and I didn't feel ok. I rode it out and let the lsd wear off, but the anxiety didn't go away and I almost felt like I was still on lsd. The day after I felt completely depersonalised, everything that was happening felt so far away. I was trying to pinch myself because i couldnt even feel pain. I was constantly shaking and i couldnt go outside without clinging onto my mums arm. I was having panic attacks regularly and these feelings didn't go away, and 6 days later they still totally haven't. I felt hypersensitive to the point where my heart heating scared me. Everything scared me, I could barely watch the latest episode of Rick and Morty (PICKLE RICK!!)
By the 3rd day I had completely convinced myself that nothing was real, that i had imagined everything, my own existence and the people around me. I was having irrational thoughts that would spiral my anxiety out of control. I was very scared of everything.
I'm a regular stoner, I wake up and blaze then blaze before bed. It's 6 days later and I can barely handle sharing a joint with my boyfriend.
My anxiety levels are now starting to settle down and I can finally smoke a little weed without panicking too much. I feel a little more connected to reality. I just want to go outside without feeling my heart pound out of my chest. I know it's only been a week and I need to take it day by day and eventually I'll be okay, it's just hard to battle the spaced out feeling - especially after a J.