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Bluelighter
The trip is one of the craziest, most mind-blowingly intense, creative, incredible experiences of your life. You can't remember ever having had so much fun or feeling so good. Unbelievable euphoria, and you feel like your head will be this clear for the rest of your life and then - it's the next day, and it feels like none of it was worth this. Fuck, the day after acid is BORING. It's like the trip used up all the fun from the second day as well. There's nothing to do and you feel like a fucking robot. Nothing engages you, you don't get what the big deal was last night, and any epiphanies you had seem like drug-induced insanity. No matter how you fill your time, you spend the whole day waiting and waiting and, agonisingly, waiting some more, for the day after when your dopamine levels have returned to normal. And you don't feel like ever doing acid again.
How do you handle that? What are your strategies for making the next day bearable?
I always make sure I have nothing pressing on, definitely no working, no commitments. I try to get as much sleep as possible because lack of sleep after a trip seems to be half the problem. I keep myself occupied with fun tasks and go easy on myself, no pushing to write stories or get any shit done. Once, I took valium to end a trip, and found the next day quite pleasant until the benzos wore off and the hangover was twice as bad and lasted twice as long, featuring some fairly intense derealisation that thankfully did go away.
Would coffee help? Exercise, perhaps?
How do you handle that? What are your strategies for making the next day bearable?
I always make sure I have nothing pressing on, definitely no working, no commitments. I try to get as much sleep as possible because lack of sleep after a trip seems to be half the problem. I keep myself occupied with fun tasks and go easy on myself, no pushing to write stories or get any shit done. Once, I took valium to end a trip, and found the next day quite pleasant until the benzos wore off and the hangover was twice as bad and lasted twice as long, featuring some fairly intense derealisation that thankfully did go away.
Would coffee help? Exercise, perhaps?
