MasterDestroyer
Greenlighter
I've been a fairly frequent user of DXM for the past year.
When it all started I was a senior in high school, home from school with a sinus infection for the 3rd day straight, and bored as hell. I had remembered hearing a girl from school talk about how if you drink a whole bottle of Nyquil you'd trip all day. I figured I might as well try it. I drank down a bottle of nyquil, and fighting down the urge to vomit, sat down at my computer and got online. Fast forward an hour, I'm thinking "This is bullshit", I'm tired, and I just go to bed. I wake up an hour later, and yeah... It wasn't "BS."
From then on, I was hooked. My plans for just about every weekend were to grab a bottle of Robitussin "long-Lasting cough" and trip. Not every weekend obviously, but if I was able to, I did it. This goes on for a few months, and then it's winter vacation. The first week of winter vacation I drank a bottle Saturday, Tuesday, and Friday. The next week starting Monday, I drank one every day. The last time I tripped that week on Friday, I reached the 4th plateau. I was completely immobile lying in bed in a pitch black room listening to Acid King's "III" album. In my hallucination, I saw a spirit trying to contact me. I say trying, because I couldn't understand it, almost as if it was speaking a language I couldn't understand. It got angry at me for not understanding, and flew down from the ceiling at me. I was terrified, but unable to move.
Just a little side note, I did a lot of research on DXM, read the DXM FAQ, etc. I wasn't just some dumbass kid going into this blind.
The days following were not pleasant, to say the least. Incredibly irritable, I'd see things in my peripherals that weren't actually there, pupils would randomly dilate, staring at anything for longer than 9-10 seconds would cause it to radically distort, and darkness was an immediate distortion.
I discontinued use for a month after that trip.
After that month I used it sporadically, but not nearly as frequently or in such large volume as the last trip of winter vacation.
Fast forward to November last year. I'm depressed and seeing a psychologist. I hadn't used DXM since August, and aside from occasional marijuana/alcohol usage had been somewhat clean. In December I started abusing hydrocodone, and stopped january 2nd. On December 28th I was prescribed Wellbutrin. On the 4th of january, a friend and I tripped again that day, and then a second time that night. It was the highest dose I've been on since the last trip of winter, but still not even half of what the winter trip was.
It's now 4 days after, and I just don't feel right. I feel like I want to cry, like I want to break down, but I can't. When I'm around people I feel like I'm acting, nothing feels natural, like I'm just watching myself live, not actually living in me. My eyes are still kinda dilated, darkness yields OEV's, and everything is just... wrong. I will attribute the inability to cry to wellbutrin not meshing well with my body, but everything else just scares me.
I really don't know what to do. I don't want the visuals, I don't want the high, I want a return to normal. I've been beating this around in my head all day. I think with time it'll eventually clear out.
Either way I'm not touching this shit again.
When it all started I was a senior in high school, home from school with a sinus infection for the 3rd day straight, and bored as hell. I had remembered hearing a girl from school talk about how if you drink a whole bottle of Nyquil you'd trip all day. I figured I might as well try it. I drank down a bottle of nyquil, and fighting down the urge to vomit, sat down at my computer and got online. Fast forward an hour, I'm thinking "This is bullshit", I'm tired, and I just go to bed. I wake up an hour later, and yeah... It wasn't "BS."
From then on, I was hooked. My plans for just about every weekend were to grab a bottle of Robitussin "long-Lasting cough" and trip. Not every weekend obviously, but if I was able to, I did it. This goes on for a few months, and then it's winter vacation. The first week of winter vacation I drank a bottle Saturday, Tuesday, and Friday. The next week starting Monday, I drank one every day. The last time I tripped that week on Friday, I reached the 4th plateau. I was completely immobile lying in bed in a pitch black room listening to Acid King's "III" album. In my hallucination, I saw a spirit trying to contact me. I say trying, because I couldn't understand it, almost as if it was speaking a language I couldn't understand. It got angry at me for not understanding, and flew down from the ceiling at me. I was terrified, but unable to move.
Just a little side note, I did a lot of research on DXM, read the DXM FAQ, etc. I wasn't just some dumbass kid going into this blind.
The days following were not pleasant, to say the least. Incredibly irritable, I'd see things in my peripherals that weren't actually there, pupils would randomly dilate, staring at anything for longer than 9-10 seconds would cause it to radically distort, and darkness was an immediate distortion.
I discontinued use for a month after that trip.
After that month I used it sporadically, but not nearly as frequently or in such large volume as the last trip of winter vacation.
Fast forward to November last year. I'm depressed and seeing a psychologist. I hadn't used DXM since August, and aside from occasional marijuana/alcohol usage had been somewhat clean. In December I started abusing hydrocodone, and stopped january 2nd. On December 28th I was prescribed Wellbutrin. On the 4th of january, a friend and I tripped again that day, and then a second time that night. It was the highest dose I've been on since the last trip of winter, but still not even half of what the winter trip was.
It's now 4 days after, and I just don't feel right. I feel like I want to cry, like I want to break down, but I can't. When I'm around people I feel like I'm acting, nothing feels natural, like I'm just watching myself live, not actually living in me. My eyes are still kinda dilated, darkness yields OEV's, and everything is just... wrong. I will attribute the inability to cry to wellbutrin not meshing well with my body, but everything else just scares me.
I really don't know what to do. I don't want the visuals, I don't want the high, I want a return to normal. I've been beating this around in my head all day. I think with time it'll eventually clear out.
Either way I'm not touching this shit again.
