the west wing
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Hey all, made me an account for this post...seems to be a helpful place. Haven't laid this all out before...I think it's gonna be long...in fact skip to the last two paragraphs if need be, but I'd really appreciate some feedback on the rest too. Here goes:
I've been having some serious disassociation problems, nearing on two years now. I'm completely devoid of any meaningful emotion, every time someone speaks to me I feel a massive internal conflict (what I am going to say, how am I going to come across, I have no idea who I am), and I have very little recollection of how I experienced reality before all this. I started college in 2009 as a musical theater major and got into a pretty solid program. When I started the year I wasn't in a good state at all. I was depressed most of high school and had dealt with emotional abuse from my parents throughout. I never allowed this effect my exterior, and I kept performing, which I've always loved doing. Having never really recovered, I was in a pretty weakened state, very insecure of my internal life and basically hanging on by a thread emotionally.
I smoked weed moderately before college but started buying and smoking pretty much every day as my first semester progressed. Classes were tough and my depression got worse, along with some pretty crippling anxiety. I became more and more demotivated, something I can probably attribute to the weed now. It started to feel like I could barely hold on to who I was, for the rest of the semester it felt like I was in limbo. I became obsessed with what I saw going haywire inside my mind. Around this time some pretty odd thought processes started up too, definitely as a product of desperation. I never gave in to them but I looked for divine meaning in things like movies, like maybe I'd come to a realization. Pah. Really, I knew a psychological war was starting between me and my rogue thoughts.
I finished the semester and I knew I was already on a downward slope. I wasn't myself anymore, I felt no emotion, though I wouldn't admit that to myself at the time, as I tried to replace the void with ideas of emotions. I even felt numb on vacation, in a place I always felt happy in. Reality was slipping away. I began the second semester almost knowing I wasn't going to make it. My mind became a constant dialogue of thoughts I didn't even want to think. I bought a vaporizer at that point for my voice, and I'm sure I don't need to explain how the higher concentration of thc felt. Indeed them hits was tastier, but the higher I got, the more used to the thoughts I became. I dropped out of an essay course early on, and proceeded to flail through my other courses. Stopped going to class because of mega anxiety and an overall inability to cope with what was happening to me. I wound up having to withdraw from all my courses last-minute.
That was mid 2010 and from that point on I've essentially been a shell. I took a medical leave this past year and now I'm back part-time, and that's great, but I'll be shat if I'm expected to live like this. I can't cry, hell no do I feel joy...there's some anger, but that's easy to feel, and I'd rather feel sadness. There's a sense of humanity I can get from it, like I'm real. I'm missing out on so much. I used to enjoy life, even a little bit in the worst of times, but it feels like I died inside myself and the show's over. A profound loss, like my soul is gone. I micro-manage every detail and second of my life now because I've spun myself into such a frenzy. Never any peace. Most painfully, I felt myself break like a machine. I'm blunt now. I see myself as a pathetic excuse of an existence.
Right now I haven't smoked weed for 2 1/2 months. I did constantly for the entire time I've been sitting alone at home. Didn't even enjoy it after a point. I've recently been diagnosed with the dissociative disorder and some attenuated psychotic symptoms, no schizophrenia, and doctors are convinced the weed played a sizable role in it all. I'm trying to make a stand against all this, and I intend to beat it. I want/need this to end, but I don't know where to begin with my cognition wrapped in such a thick fog.
So I've been a-researching my lsd facts, erowid, this forum, lots of other sources. Perhaps it would be incredibly stupid to try, having just stopped weed and I should be staying away from drugs, etc. But I've read about it bringing forth emotions and spiritual energy, not only that but a change in perception would make me feel less like I'm banging my head against a wall every day. I'm not interested in it as a cure-all, I've seen a lot of sources claiming it to be helpful with depression & anxiety. I'm hopeful such an experience would help me remember myself, or at least give life meaning and some enjoyment. I'm calm now and have good control over my symptoms and I'm ready to move on, though if i had a bad episode I'd be ready to accept it. I don't know, maybe I'm tragically naive, but what should I expect from the experience? If it means anything I've smoked salvia twice and had stable and enjoyable trips both times. Can't thank you enough if you've read all this. If there's any insight you can offer with the disassociation, I'd really really appreciate it...thanks.
I've been having some serious disassociation problems, nearing on two years now. I'm completely devoid of any meaningful emotion, every time someone speaks to me I feel a massive internal conflict (what I am going to say, how am I going to come across, I have no idea who I am), and I have very little recollection of how I experienced reality before all this. I started college in 2009 as a musical theater major and got into a pretty solid program. When I started the year I wasn't in a good state at all. I was depressed most of high school and had dealt with emotional abuse from my parents throughout. I never allowed this effect my exterior, and I kept performing, which I've always loved doing. Having never really recovered, I was in a pretty weakened state, very insecure of my internal life and basically hanging on by a thread emotionally.
I smoked weed moderately before college but started buying and smoking pretty much every day as my first semester progressed. Classes were tough and my depression got worse, along with some pretty crippling anxiety. I became more and more demotivated, something I can probably attribute to the weed now. It started to feel like I could barely hold on to who I was, for the rest of the semester it felt like I was in limbo. I became obsessed with what I saw going haywire inside my mind. Around this time some pretty odd thought processes started up too, definitely as a product of desperation. I never gave in to them but I looked for divine meaning in things like movies, like maybe I'd come to a realization. Pah. Really, I knew a psychological war was starting between me and my rogue thoughts.
I finished the semester and I knew I was already on a downward slope. I wasn't myself anymore, I felt no emotion, though I wouldn't admit that to myself at the time, as I tried to replace the void with ideas of emotions. I even felt numb on vacation, in a place I always felt happy in. Reality was slipping away. I began the second semester almost knowing I wasn't going to make it. My mind became a constant dialogue of thoughts I didn't even want to think. I bought a vaporizer at that point for my voice, and I'm sure I don't need to explain how the higher concentration of thc felt. Indeed them hits was tastier, but the higher I got, the more used to the thoughts I became. I dropped out of an essay course early on, and proceeded to flail through my other courses. Stopped going to class because of mega anxiety and an overall inability to cope with what was happening to me. I wound up having to withdraw from all my courses last-minute.
That was mid 2010 and from that point on I've essentially been a shell. I took a medical leave this past year and now I'm back part-time, and that's great, but I'll be shat if I'm expected to live like this. I can't cry, hell no do I feel joy...there's some anger, but that's easy to feel, and I'd rather feel sadness. There's a sense of humanity I can get from it, like I'm real. I'm missing out on so much. I used to enjoy life, even a little bit in the worst of times, but it feels like I died inside myself and the show's over. A profound loss, like my soul is gone. I micro-manage every detail and second of my life now because I've spun myself into such a frenzy. Never any peace. Most painfully, I felt myself break like a machine. I'm blunt now. I see myself as a pathetic excuse of an existence.
Right now I haven't smoked weed for 2 1/2 months. I did constantly for the entire time I've been sitting alone at home. Didn't even enjoy it after a point. I've recently been diagnosed with the dissociative disorder and some attenuated psychotic symptoms, no schizophrenia, and doctors are convinced the weed played a sizable role in it all. I'm trying to make a stand against all this, and I intend to beat it. I want/need this to end, but I don't know where to begin with my cognition wrapped in such a thick fog.
So I've been a-researching my lsd facts, erowid, this forum, lots of other sources. Perhaps it would be incredibly stupid to try, having just stopped weed and I should be staying away from drugs, etc. But I've read about it bringing forth emotions and spiritual energy, not only that but a change in perception would make me feel less like I'm banging my head against a wall every day. I'm not interested in it as a cure-all, I've seen a lot of sources claiming it to be helpful with depression & anxiety. I'm hopeful such an experience would help me remember myself, or at least give life meaning and some enjoyment. I'm calm now and have good control over my symptoms and I'm ready to move on, though if i had a bad episode I'd be ready to accept it. I don't know, maybe I'm tragically naive, but what should I expect from the experience? If it means anything I've smoked salvia twice and had stable and enjoyable trips both times. Can't thank you enough if you've read all this. If there's any insight you can offer with the disassociation, I'd really really appreciate it...thanks.

