PuffinMuffins
Greenlighter
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- Jun 23, 2018
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Ok so just a little background - I'm 26, been doing drugs at least occasionally practically my whole life, not kidding. Started occasionally huffing at 6 or so, dxm and codeine at 8-9, stealing painkillers and adderall by 12. Found the love of my life (lol) in heroin at age 15 with the occasional meth binge, used especially h heavily for about 7 years. Had a couple years clean and just now getting back into drugs but doing it more responsibly this time. So it's safe to say I'm not that easily spooked or inexperienced I guess.
So my best friend/roommate binged together recently, which we've done together maybe 10 times or so. I typically just get tired and a little annoyed coming down even if I'm up for 4-5 days. Id planned to sleep after 3 or so, but his brother whom ive never met was coming to stay with us and i wanted to not sleep through all that. My memory is a bit hazy tbh, but I think I was awake consistently for 4 days, slept for maybe 5 hours and was back up for 2 days before I got to that point where redosing just has no effect anymore. I smoked maybe a bowl total of weed with both of them in preparation to finally sleep and draw this session to a close.
So I'm sitting on the couch, super tired, about to pleasantly fall asleep when suddenly I just feel the weirdest disconnected paranoid feeling I think I've ever felt in my life. It's hard to describe, my thoughts were so scattered, but I remember thinking I was gonna throw up but being unable to move, panicking because I might throw up in front of his brother who was essentially a stranger to me. Then just this overwhelming fear of his brother, who was perfectly pleasant and absolutely no stranger to drugs or potential narc. Just this intense irrational fear of going to sleep with him in the house, fear of leaving the house because he might catch on that I was high and call the cops or something, fear of not going to sleep because this feeling could only get worse.
There were no distinct hallucinations but shadows in every corner of the room that morphed shape and somehow I could feel they were just horribly malicious evil energy. When my eyes were moving every color was just sickeningly intense. I got this strange feeling that everything i was seeing was fake and someone (probably my roommates brother, the stranger in the room) wanted me to see this facade for some sinister purpose. I remember looking over to them and thinking "these are not my friends. This is not my house. Why have I been brought here? Who the fuck are these people? I want to go to my real home"
I literally could not move for at least an hour. I don't know if i was just psychologically "paralyzed" with fear or if I was just so exhausted that I couldn't do it. I eventually finally made it to the bathroom where I "got stuck" in the bathroom mirror picking at my face for about an hour (something I've only done like 2 other times in my life). I tore myself away and made it to my bedroom where I was going to text my roommate telling him I was freaking out, but could not figure out how to use my phone. Stood in the center of my room staring at my phone, swaying back and forth for I truly don't know how long. Eventually made it to bed.
Now if I were new to drugs, or at least new to meth and sleep deprivation, I'd understand. But wtf, why now? This is the first experience I've had like this, I thought I was just one of those people that paranoia/hallucinations don't touch. Was it the meth/weed combo at the wrong time, or the fact that someone I didn't know was there at the wrong time? I'm a little nervous to do either meth or weed now. I've done both since that episode, but I'm just too scared to do nearly as much as I want and I'm worried the whole time that it's gonna end up like that.
Wtf happened guys?
So my best friend/roommate binged together recently, which we've done together maybe 10 times or so. I typically just get tired and a little annoyed coming down even if I'm up for 4-5 days. Id planned to sleep after 3 or so, but his brother whom ive never met was coming to stay with us and i wanted to not sleep through all that. My memory is a bit hazy tbh, but I think I was awake consistently for 4 days, slept for maybe 5 hours and was back up for 2 days before I got to that point where redosing just has no effect anymore. I smoked maybe a bowl total of weed with both of them in preparation to finally sleep and draw this session to a close.
So I'm sitting on the couch, super tired, about to pleasantly fall asleep when suddenly I just feel the weirdest disconnected paranoid feeling I think I've ever felt in my life. It's hard to describe, my thoughts were so scattered, but I remember thinking I was gonna throw up but being unable to move, panicking because I might throw up in front of his brother who was essentially a stranger to me. Then just this overwhelming fear of his brother, who was perfectly pleasant and absolutely no stranger to drugs or potential narc. Just this intense irrational fear of going to sleep with him in the house, fear of leaving the house because he might catch on that I was high and call the cops or something, fear of not going to sleep because this feeling could only get worse.
There were no distinct hallucinations but shadows in every corner of the room that morphed shape and somehow I could feel they were just horribly malicious evil energy. When my eyes were moving every color was just sickeningly intense. I got this strange feeling that everything i was seeing was fake and someone (probably my roommates brother, the stranger in the room) wanted me to see this facade for some sinister purpose. I remember looking over to them and thinking "these are not my friends. This is not my house. Why have I been brought here? Who the fuck are these people? I want to go to my real home"
I literally could not move for at least an hour. I don't know if i was just psychologically "paralyzed" with fear or if I was just so exhausted that I couldn't do it. I eventually finally made it to the bathroom where I "got stuck" in the bathroom mirror picking at my face for about an hour (something I've only done like 2 other times in my life). I tore myself away and made it to my bedroom where I was going to text my roommate telling him I was freaking out, but could not figure out how to use my phone. Stood in the center of my room staring at my phone, swaying back and forth for I truly don't know how long. Eventually made it to bed.
Now if I were new to drugs, or at least new to meth and sleep deprivation, I'd understand. But wtf, why now? This is the first experience I've had like this, I thought I was just one of those people that paranoia/hallucinations don't touch. Was it the meth/weed combo at the wrong time, or the fact that someone I didn't know was there at the wrong time? I'm a little nervous to do either meth or weed now. I've done both since that episode, but I'm just too scared to do nearly as much as I want and I'm worried the whole time that it's gonna end up like that.
Wtf happened guys?