DaveTripper
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Ok, so...
The beginning of last summer (2009) me and a couple of my friends decided to eat an eighth of shrooms and go to the beach. This would be my 5th time eating shrooms, each previous time being nothing short of amazing and beautiful. There were three of us tripping, and 2 sitters who drove us down there and took care of us on our journey. We ate the shrooms about 15 minutes before arriving at the beach, and by the time we parked the car, we were already coming up. The three of us who were tripping went to the bathroom, and then headed out to find a spot on the beach, it was pretty crowded, and i felt the overall presence of other people and families comforting. For the first hour or so i felt great, sitting in my beach chair, getting rushes of euphoria, literally watching the sky turn shades of red.
As the day went on things started to get a little sketchy.. particularly when i would try and take part in conversations my friends were having. I kept feeling really confused as to what my friends were talking about, and when they would make jokes and start laughing, for some reason i thought they were all laughing at me. This started to send me into silent mode and i would just stare out at the beach, observing all of the children playing and stuff like that made me feel happy and warm. At the 4th hour, the three of us immediately came down, which was weird because it was the most abrupt comedown i've ever experienced on shrooms. the day ended with us going to a friend's party, and i was left with a nice afterglow.
Now at the end of that same summer, me and my entire crew of friends decided to have a crew trip to end the summer. In addition to the 7 of us tripping, there were 3 other close friends who chilled with us during the trip. We each did an eighth at my friends house while his parents were away. 5 of us are in a band together so we set up all of our equipment before hand, very eager to try jamming on psychedelics for the first time.
We ate the shrooms and decided to jam through the come up. We played two songs until the come up got a little too intense and then each strapped on our own headphones and went out on the back porch to sit in the sun. This was amazing to me, i was listening to some MGMT and i remember staring at my blue jeans and my legs looked like two flowing rivers coming out of my body. After we completely came up we went back inside to jam and played for about an hour, and let me tell you, it was amazing. It felt like nothing else existed outside of our jam session, like we were in a tiny closed off part of the universe. In the midst of jamming, another friend came over and walked into the room to say hi to everyone, and i remember the only thing i could say was, "pleasure to meet you sir" even though i've known this person my entire life.
After his arrival, we stopped jamming and went back outside, where the non-band members were all having an amazing time as well. We were all sitting around a large table on the porch and everyone was just sitting around making jokes and laughing and genuinely having a great time.. except me. I fell into that same paranoid state-of-mind i experienced on the beach, and i thought that every time someone laughed, they were laughing at me. Everyone noticed that i was in a bad way and one of my sober-friends who had never tripped before said, "Man, you're scary quiet" and all i could say back was, "i'm me" His comment made me spiral down even lower and seeing all of my friends connect in a way i wasn't really made me depressed. The rest of the night went on like that and for weeks after i felt very paranoid that my friends all thought i was weird or insane or some shit.
My last trip, was in october, on 1 hit of cid. I was planning on doing it alone one day at my house when i knew nobody would be home for quite some time, but the night before i wanted to do it, my best friend that i've tried every single drug with for the first time asked me if i wanted to do it with him. This would be my second time with acid, the first being a week after the shroom trip i just talked about, on 3 hits of some really weak acid ( i was to find out. even though it was weak stuff, i got pretty paranoid again. but i was able to comprehend things better than the last shroom trip.) So anyway, i figured maybe a trip with just one other person is what i needed to get my head right, and maybe i wouldn't be so disoriented and confused. Needless to say, this wasn't the case, and i was in for the worst "set-setting" scenario possible.
I went to his house, nobody was home, we dropped. We sat in his living room watching a movie and his girlfriend came over to sit with us. I would have preferred it to be just us but he wouldn't do it without her (she had just recently talked him out of a pretty bad acid-trip). So we chilled for about an hour and i could start feeling the tingling in my body, i was about to start tripping. Right as i start coming up, his little sister comes home from school. Him, being who he is, was absolutely comfortable with this and we went downstairs to say hi. I said hi, and thats about it, freaking out that she's gonna know im tripping and whatnot. After hanging out with her for a couple of minutes, we went outside to smoke a bowl, and decide what we were gonna do next. We went to his girlfriends house and i was feeling pretty anxious because i've never been there before and i just didnt know where this day was going. We laid together on her bed for an hour listening to the beatles, and as good as it sounded, i was very anxious and i couldnt stop my body from trembling. I told them that i thought i was heading down a dark road and i was nervous about having a bad trip, and they tried to talk to me but i knew there was nothing they could do. We went out on her deck and sat around for a while, i remember feeling very awkward and just plain weird, not knwing what to say. Every idea my friend brought up, my acid-plagued brain would twist and distort until i didnt even know what he was talking about. Now this is the real kicker, his gf's mom comes home, and i'm forced to spend about a half hour in her living room trying to act normal and hold a normal conversation with her and my friends and in my head i am crying like a baby just saying, "get me the hell out of here". I'm confident that if i had a car i would've said peace and went home and listened to some nice music and gotten myself out of the terrible mindset i was in.
The rest of the day went on like this except getting worse and worse. We went to another friends house and tried to ride the trip out there by watching movies and whatnot, but i couldn't understand a single thing that was happening to me. While watching these movies i once again was plagued with thoughts that my friends were making fun of me every time they laughed and i literally convinced myself i was insane. I finally got home at around 2am and went to bed feeling like a nut.
The next day i was sooo happy to be back in reality, but i knew i was changed. The first few weeks were really tough because i was still paranoid about my friends and i thought i had lost most of my mind. Now, 4 months later, I've made some progress and i've had a couple of talks with my friends about the bad trips i had, telling them how paranoid i was that they hated me and all the crazy shit i was thinking. They reassured me about how much they love me and i actually broke down crying to them. Nevertheless, i am still plagued with anxiety, and i feel like i can't connect with people half as well as i used to be able to. I get nervous looking anybody in the eye, and i usually just say what i need to say to get through a conversation.
I feel like i may have ruined myself, and any chances i had of finding love one day. I've always been a shy guy, but i've always been very smart and very passionate with women. I've had three long lasting relationships with people i thought i was heavily in-love with, and i fear that i'll never have that again. When i talk to my friends about this, they say that i need to trip again to fix it, and that i've just lost belief in myself, which i definitely have. But i'm afraid that there might be something much deeper like some kind of mental illness that i dont want to release, so i am reluctant to try tripping for a while.
This isn't what living is supposed to be like, and after my first 4 trips i thought i had the best life in the world and that i was a much better person from it. Now i am depressed, and full of anxiety. What is my next step?
P.S. Thank you for reading this, i know it was long.
The beginning of last summer (2009) me and a couple of my friends decided to eat an eighth of shrooms and go to the beach. This would be my 5th time eating shrooms, each previous time being nothing short of amazing and beautiful. There were three of us tripping, and 2 sitters who drove us down there and took care of us on our journey. We ate the shrooms about 15 minutes before arriving at the beach, and by the time we parked the car, we were already coming up. The three of us who were tripping went to the bathroom, and then headed out to find a spot on the beach, it was pretty crowded, and i felt the overall presence of other people and families comforting. For the first hour or so i felt great, sitting in my beach chair, getting rushes of euphoria, literally watching the sky turn shades of red.
As the day went on things started to get a little sketchy.. particularly when i would try and take part in conversations my friends were having. I kept feeling really confused as to what my friends were talking about, and when they would make jokes and start laughing, for some reason i thought they were all laughing at me. This started to send me into silent mode and i would just stare out at the beach, observing all of the children playing and stuff like that made me feel happy and warm. At the 4th hour, the three of us immediately came down, which was weird because it was the most abrupt comedown i've ever experienced on shrooms. the day ended with us going to a friend's party, and i was left with a nice afterglow.
Now at the end of that same summer, me and my entire crew of friends decided to have a crew trip to end the summer. In addition to the 7 of us tripping, there were 3 other close friends who chilled with us during the trip. We each did an eighth at my friends house while his parents were away. 5 of us are in a band together so we set up all of our equipment before hand, very eager to try jamming on psychedelics for the first time.
We ate the shrooms and decided to jam through the come up. We played two songs until the come up got a little too intense and then each strapped on our own headphones and went out on the back porch to sit in the sun. This was amazing to me, i was listening to some MGMT and i remember staring at my blue jeans and my legs looked like two flowing rivers coming out of my body. After we completely came up we went back inside to jam and played for about an hour, and let me tell you, it was amazing. It felt like nothing else existed outside of our jam session, like we were in a tiny closed off part of the universe. In the midst of jamming, another friend came over and walked into the room to say hi to everyone, and i remember the only thing i could say was, "pleasure to meet you sir" even though i've known this person my entire life.
After his arrival, we stopped jamming and went back outside, where the non-band members were all having an amazing time as well. We were all sitting around a large table on the porch and everyone was just sitting around making jokes and laughing and genuinely having a great time.. except me. I fell into that same paranoid state-of-mind i experienced on the beach, and i thought that every time someone laughed, they were laughing at me. Everyone noticed that i was in a bad way and one of my sober-friends who had never tripped before said, "Man, you're scary quiet" and all i could say back was, "i'm me" His comment made me spiral down even lower and seeing all of my friends connect in a way i wasn't really made me depressed. The rest of the night went on like that and for weeks after i felt very paranoid that my friends all thought i was weird or insane or some shit.
My last trip, was in october, on 1 hit of cid. I was planning on doing it alone one day at my house when i knew nobody would be home for quite some time, but the night before i wanted to do it, my best friend that i've tried every single drug with for the first time asked me if i wanted to do it with him. This would be my second time with acid, the first being a week after the shroom trip i just talked about, on 3 hits of some really weak acid ( i was to find out. even though it was weak stuff, i got pretty paranoid again. but i was able to comprehend things better than the last shroom trip.) So anyway, i figured maybe a trip with just one other person is what i needed to get my head right, and maybe i wouldn't be so disoriented and confused. Needless to say, this wasn't the case, and i was in for the worst "set-setting" scenario possible.
I went to his house, nobody was home, we dropped. We sat in his living room watching a movie and his girlfriend came over to sit with us. I would have preferred it to be just us but he wouldn't do it without her (she had just recently talked him out of a pretty bad acid-trip). So we chilled for about an hour and i could start feeling the tingling in my body, i was about to start tripping. Right as i start coming up, his little sister comes home from school. Him, being who he is, was absolutely comfortable with this and we went downstairs to say hi. I said hi, and thats about it, freaking out that she's gonna know im tripping and whatnot. After hanging out with her for a couple of minutes, we went outside to smoke a bowl, and decide what we were gonna do next. We went to his girlfriends house and i was feeling pretty anxious because i've never been there before and i just didnt know where this day was going. We laid together on her bed for an hour listening to the beatles, and as good as it sounded, i was very anxious and i couldnt stop my body from trembling. I told them that i thought i was heading down a dark road and i was nervous about having a bad trip, and they tried to talk to me but i knew there was nothing they could do. We went out on her deck and sat around for a while, i remember feeling very awkward and just plain weird, not knwing what to say. Every idea my friend brought up, my acid-plagued brain would twist and distort until i didnt even know what he was talking about. Now this is the real kicker, his gf's mom comes home, and i'm forced to spend about a half hour in her living room trying to act normal and hold a normal conversation with her and my friends and in my head i am crying like a baby just saying, "get me the hell out of here". I'm confident that if i had a car i would've said peace and went home and listened to some nice music and gotten myself out of the terrible mindset i was in.
The rest of the day went on like this except getting worse and worse. We went to another friends house and tried to ride the trip out there by watching movies and whatnot, but i couldn't understand a single thing that was happening to me. While watching these movies i once again was plagued with thoughts that my friends were making fun of me every time they laughed and i literally convinced myself i was insane. I finally got home at around 2am and went to bed feeling like a nut.
The next day i was sooo happy to be back in reality, but i knew i was changed. The first few weeks were really tough because i was still paranoid about my friends and i thought i had lost most of my mind. Now, 4 months later, I've made some progress and i've had a couple of talks with my friends about the bad trips i had, telling them how paranoid i was that they hated me and all the crazy shit i was thinking. They reassured me about how much they love me and i actually broke down crying to them. Nevertheless, i am still plagued with anxiety, and i feel like i can't connect with people half as well as i used to be able to. I get nervous looking anybody in the eye, and i usually just say what i need to say to get through a conversation.
I feel like i may have ruined myself, and any chances i had of finding love one day. I've always been a shy guy, but i've always been very smart and very passionate with women. I've had three long lasting relationships with people i thought i was heavily in-love with, and i fear that i'll never have that again. When i talk to my friends about this, they say that i need to trip again to fix it, and that i've just lost belief in myself, which i definitely have. But i'm afraid that there might be something much deeper like some kind of mental illness that i dont want to release, so i am reluctant to try tripping for a while.
This isn't what living is supposed to be like, and after my first 4 trips i thought i had the best life in the world and that i was a much better person from it. Now i am depressed, and full of anxiety. What is my next step?
P.S. Thank you for reading this, i know it was long.