I took one hit of high quality sugar cube acid on thursday. I dropped around 1 pm and came up around 3 pm. I started experiencing standard visuals (trails, breathing, light sensitivity). I dropped with a friend who had a higher tolerance and more experience. We drew in notebooks for around 3 hrs and then watched tv for a couple of hrs. At around 10 pm, my friend started coming down, I was not. I was still experiencing visuals and acid brain. She left and went home, and I biked home at 11 pm, still up. I watched videos on my computer for hours until the sun came up. I started getting worried. I know how long acid should last, and I have done psychedelics before. I felt myself coming down at around 10 AM, but suddenly felt myself coming up again. The visuals increased, and I became very worried. I spent the next 10 hrs in a state of acid terror. I watched an entire season of parks and rec because I was afraid of not having a video running at all times. No one knew I was still on acid, and this made me more afraid. At around 10 PM, after having not slept for for 30 hours and still feeling the cid, I asked another friend what I should do. He recommended I drink alcohol, and try to sleep. It worked. I slept for 6 hrs, took a benadryl, and slept another 6hrs. I woke up and felt like shit, and I believed I was still on acid. I freaked out and felt the true terror of an acid freakout. I thought I would feel like this forever, HPPD. I texted my trip partner that I was still up, and she became worried, which made me feel worse. I hung out with a friend and I still felt terrible and on acid. I have a history of anxiety and depression, and I constantly considered suicide. I slept 3 hrs that night. I kept worrying that even though I had fallen asleep I was still feeling the acid. What had I done? I wanted more than anything to be sober. I kept following the same train of thought: was I sober? Would I ever be sober? By sunday, I was feeling slightly better but still up. My visuals had disappeared on saturday morning, after waking up, but I still had typical acid thoughts and feelings. I had work on monday and I needed to go. I was not eating, nor was I shitting or getting aroused. I constantly drank tea, and spent the entire day watching tv. My parents, who I live with, were aware I was not sleeping. My dad is a pulmonologist with a speciality in sleep. He talked with me about something called Psychosomatic Sleep Disorder, which meant I had thought about sleep so much that I could not fall asleep without becoming frightented. My parents did not know I had taken acid. That night, I fell asleep for 7 restless hrs. I woke up and started stressing again. I went to work and started to feel a lot better. Over the next couple of days I felt my old self coming back. I know think, after a week of reflection, that I had come down off the acid by the second night when I fell asleep for the first time. Acid is a powerful drug, a demon to some, and i do not know if I have the ability to handle it.
I do not want this post to be a simple trip report. If other trippers experience the never-ending acid trip, there should be a resource that can help them from becoming frightened and possibly getting psychology incurable, if not dead. Should some group of experienced psychonauts be available to help someone through a bad trip? And how would this be accomplished?
I do not want this post to be a simple trip report. If other trippers experience the never-ending acid trip, there should be a resource that can help them from becoming frightened and possibly getting psychology incurable, if not dead. Should some group of experienced psychonauts be available to help someone through a bad trip? And how would this be accomplished?
