Today is the day after a particularly painful 2C-E experience.
I unintentionally took a large dose of 2C-E after I foolishly re-dosed after becoming impatient for effects. I underestimated the come up time of my initial 20mg dose and was convinced I had not taken enough after waiting 2 hours with no effects. I took a 30mg dose thinking I needed more than before. The next twelve hours was the most painful experience of my life. I had the most disturbing gore-filled sexual and violent images playing though my head the entire trip. On top of it I was huddled in a sweaty mess while holding the painful knot in my stomach that I was unable to purge. In addition I had convinced myself I had consumed what I was calling 'demon blood', and saw this neon blue liquid all over my skin.
When the trip finally ended I slept for a good 6 hours. After waking up I was able to go about my day fairly normally for a few hours. Then slowly, I couldn't help but only think about the negative aspects of my life. The main reoccurring thought was that I was letting my parents down and becoming a failure. I hold a lot of guilt about my usage and grades.
My dreams and aspirations when I was little seem so far out of reach now. I would be lucky to achieve just half of what I imagined I could do. In elementary school I was the very top of the class, I wanted to achive, I studied what I loved and was ahead of those my age. Middle school I still had grades going and was in all honors classes and gifted learning programs, but was losing interest in my hobbies. During High school I fell down to all regular classes. I no longer was above-average and my love for computers turned into only using them for gaming and drug research. I finished with an ugly GPA, and settled on my backup-backup college. Now that I am living alone in college I lost the one thing keeping me afloat, which was the motivation my parents gave me to scrape by high school. My grades are down to almost all Cs now. I miss the tears of joy from my parents in seeing my straight A report card, I will never see that again. I feel like all the guilt I have been suppressing has been surfaced at once.
I want to be a little kid again and not have to have to worry about anything and have my parents take care of me. I want to be that carefree seven year old boy again and play pokemon curled up in my bedroom. My childhood was so ideal, and it devastates me to know that I will never be able to experience that again. My parents were not only my guardians, but my best friends at the time. I never hid anything from them they saw me as their perfect only child. Is it normal to have these kind of childhood thoughts? Can anyone relate to this?
I'm not sure how or if my drug use is related to this thought pattern. But I do know my usage and grade slip have some correlation. I don't think I am addicted, and I really only use psychedelics and psychedelic research chemicals. I don't drink and hate the feeling of a slow thought process or fogginess that alcohol or some other drugs give. LSD and DMT are my favorites for their ability to make my mind feel 'clear' and at peace. My parents would never guess I use them. I know I am still a smart kid, but my grades just aren't reflecting that at all. Another underlying factor may be the fact that I was VERY sheltered. Being an only child of two extremely successful individuals meant every need I had was met and I feel VERY grateful for all they have done.
I have never wanted to change my life more than now. As of now I disposed of the 2C-E, and plan on staying away from everything for a good while. I know my issue might seem miniscule compared to those life-threatening situations other users post about, but my 2C-E trip made me realize I am weak and need to do something about my guilt. I admire the intelligence of the average bluelight user and look forward to hearing any kind of positive thoughts, suggestions, relations, or anything else. I feel even weaker for having posted this and admitting to my child-like wishes, but I think it is important I get these feelings expressed. Thankyou for reading and letting me express my thoughts. I love you mom and dad
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I unintentionally took a large dose of 2C-E after I foolishly re-dosed after becoming impatient for effects. I underestimated the come up time of my initial 20mg dose and was convinced I had not taken enough after waiting 2 hours with no effects. I took a 30mg dose thinking I needed more than before. The next twelve hours was the most painful experience of my life. I had the most disturbing gore-filled sexual and violent images playing though my head the entire trip. On top of it I was huddled in a sweaty mess while holding the painful knot in my stomach that I was unable to purge. In addition I had convinced myself I had consumed what I was calling 'demon blood', and saw this neon blue liquid all over my skin.
When the trip finally ended I slept for a good 6 hours. After waking up I was able to go about my day fairly normally for a few hours. Then slowly, I couldn't help but only think about the negative aspects of my life. The main reoccurring thought was that I was letting my parents down and becoming a failure. I hold a lot of guilt about my usage and grades.
My dreams and aspirations when I was little seem so far out of reach now. I would be lucky to achieve just half of what I imagined I could do. In elementary school I was the very top of the class, I wanted to achive, I studied what I loved and was ahead of those my age. Middle school I still had grades going and was in all honors classes and gifted learning programs, but was losing interest in my hobbies. During High school I fell down to all regular classes. I no longer was above-average and my love for computers turned into only using them for gaming and drug research. I finished with an ugly GPA, and settled on my backup-backup college. Now that I am living alone in college I lost the one thing keeping me afloat, which was the motivation my parents gave me to scrape by high school. My grades are down to almost all Cs now. I miss the tears of joy from my parents in seeing my straight A report card, I will never see that again. I feel like all the guilt I have been suppressing has been surfaced at once.
I want to be a little kid again and not have to have to worry about anything and have my parents take care of me. I want to be that carefree seven year old boy again and play pokemon curled up in my bedroom. My childhood was so ideal, and it devastates me to know that I will never be able to experience that again. My parents were not only my guardians, but my best friends at the time. I never hid anything from them they saw me as their perfect only child. Is it normal to have these kind of childhood thoughts? Can anyone relate to this?
I'm not sure how or if my drug use is related to this thought pattern. But I do know my usage and grade slip have some correlation. I don't think I am addicted, and I really only use psychedelics and psychedelic research chemicals. I don't drink and hate the feeling of a slow thought process or fogginess that alcohol or some other drugs give. LSD and DMT are my favorites for their ability to make my mind feel 'clear' and at peace. My parents would never guess I use them. I know I am still a smart kid, but my grades just aren't reflecting that at all. Another underlying factor may be the fact that I was VERY sheltered. Being an only child of two extremely successful individuals meant every need I had was met and I feel VERY grateful for all they have done.
I have never wanted to change my life more than now. As of now I disposed of the 2C-E, and plan on staying away from everything for a good while. I know my issue might seem miniscule compared to those life-threatening situations other users post about, but my 2C-E trip made me realize I am weak and need to do something about my guilt. I admire the intelligence of the average bluelight user and look forward to hearing any kind of positive thoughts, suggestions, relations, or anything else. I feel even weaker for having posted this and admitting to my child-like wishes, but I think it is important I get these feelings expressed. Thankyou for reading and letting me express my thoughts. I love you mom and dad
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