Dopeamine
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2006
- Messages
- 98
Finished a great day out with the kids and my wife who I am separated from. Spent the day at a funfair and was good fun. Felt chilled and ready for a smoke.
I have suffered with bipolar, OCD and borderline for about 5 years now. Nothing could prepare me for what would happen that evening though.
Sat down in the dining room at my parents house and took 3 hits of some good weed I had procured. All OK so far.
Walk up to my bedroom and look in the mirror. My face morphs into my grandad's face. Grandad is dead now and he killed my gran when I was 16. I totally freak. I go and talk to my dad to try and take my mind of things but my mum comes up to the room and starts talking and I get this overwhelming feeling that my grandad has possesed me and wanted me to kill my mum...
I run out of the house with no shoes on and get in the new car (one of two that I had bought in a week, due to me being manic) and drove off to calm down.
Switched the CD player on and listened to some Metallica. Bad move. "Sad But True" came on and the lyrics hit home. I thought I was going crazy. I drive into the city and park the car on the pavement! I then start walking towards the central police station stripping off all my clothes on the way. I end up outside the police station wearing just my boxer shorts and I walk in.
The officer behind the counter looked at me kinda funny lol and I ask to see CID. A couple of officers come out and look at me with smiles which made me flip out. It took five officers to restrain me. I told them I had taken 11 ecstasy tabs and started writhing on the floor.
They drive me in a police van to hospital, where I finally calm down. It is now 1am in the morning and the police have contacted my parents who then come and pick me up and I go home. The next day I was sectioned and spent the next three months in hospital.
After this I came to the conclusion that I shouldn't smoke dope any more.
I have suffered with bipolar, OCD and borderline for about 5 years now. Nothing could prepare me for what would happen that evening though.
Sat down in the dining room at my parents house and took 3 hits of some good weed I had procured. All OK so far.
Walk up to my bedroom and look in the mirror. My face morphs into my grandad's face. Grandad is dead now and he killed my gran when I was 16. I totally freak. I go and talk to my dad to try and take my mind of things but my mum comes up to the room and starts talking and I get this overwhelming feeling that my grandad has possesed me and wanted me to kill my mum...
I run out of the house with no shoes on and get in the new car (one of two that I had bought in a week, due to me being manic) and drove off to calm down.
Switched the CD player on and listened to some Metallica. Bad move. "Sad But True" came on and the lyrics hit home. I thought I was going crazy. I drive into the city and park the car on the pavement! I then start walking towards the central police station stripping off all my clothes on the way. I end up outside the police station wearing just my boxer shorts and I walk in.
The officer behind the counter looked at me kinda funny lol and I ask to see CID. A couple of officers come out and look at me with smiles which made me flip out. It took five officers to restrain me. I told them I had taken 11 ecstasy tabs and started writhing on the floor.
They drive me in a police van to hospital, where I finally calm down. It is now 1am in the morning and the police have contacted my parents who then come and pick me up and I go home. The next day I was sectioned and spent the next three months in hospital.
After this I came to the conclusion that I shouldn't smoke dope any more.
