Hi all
I've joined this forum because I need to get advice.
On the 9th April I dropped with 3 other mates, I cannot specify the dosage all I can tell is we bought a gram and a half and it was a brown colour and I rolled about a third of it maybe. I made my bomb fatter as I am more experienced but after this experience I won't be going near any drug again. On the night I had the time of my life. I was however sweating buckets and I was breathing very heavily and talking a lot of sh*t obviously. My friends were looking after me though it was all good.
Comedown the day after was very mild, unusually mild. Felt a bit down but I stayed in my friends house and we hung out and ate food/drank coffee etc so it was all good. My friend said he felt quite down but nothing more then the usual comedown. Didn't think twice about it just got on with it, went back to college and assumed it was because I was a veteran that I was having no comedown.
Fast forward to the 20th April. I woke up in the middle of the night having a very intense panic attack, I felt like a different person. This lasted about an hour. I managed to get back to sleep and go into college. Going into college that morning I felt strange, like my environment had changed or something. It wasn't too bad, just thought I was in shock from the panic attack. I thought to myself, I have a doctors appointment on the 22nd April so if I don't feel better it'll be grand.
It got worse, much worse, I was experiencing feelings of intense panic, derealisation and depersonalisation. the 22nd April was the peak, I felt like killing myself to end the nightmare. I went to the doctor and she referred me to a psychiatric ward. As I was being assessed that sot of calmed me down so the situation didn't seem so bad to the doctor. She said look you've had a bit too much fun partying and your body is having a late reaction to the drugs, I'll prescribe you some Seroquel(anti-psychotic) pills that'll help you sleep and think clearly, and feel less panicky.
It is now the 28th April, things don't feel as bad but I'm by no means better, I still have this lingering feeling of doom and that my parents are someone elses parents stuff like that. Although it's not as intense I'm still having that "is this nightmare ever going to end?" feeling. It doesn't fluctuate, it's constant from the second I wake up to the moment I fall asleep.
I've joined this forum because I need to get advice.
On the 9th April I dropped with 3 other mates, I cannot specify the dosage all I can tell is we bought a gram and a half and it was a brown colour and I rolled about a third of it maybe. I made my bomb fatter as I am more experienced but after this experience I won't be going near any drug again. On the night I had the time of my life. I was however sweating buckets and I was breathing very heavily and talking a lot of sh*t obviously. My friends were looking after me though it was all good.
Comedown the day after was very mild, unusually mild. Felt a bit down but I stayed in my friends house and we hung out and ate food/drank coffee etc so it was all good. My friend said he felt quite down but nothing more then the usual comedown. Didn't think twice about it just got on with it, went back to college and assumed it was because I was a veteran that I was having no comedown.
Fast forward to the 20th April. I woke up in the middle of the night having a very intense panic attack, I felt like a different person. This lasted about an hour. I managed to get back to sleep and go into college. Going into college that morning I felt strange, like my environment had changed or something. It wasn't too bad, just thought I was in shock from the panic attack. I thought to myself, I have a doctors appointment on the 22nd April so if I don't feel better it'll be grand.
It got worse, much worse, I was experiencing feelings of intense panic, derealisation and depersonalisation. the 22nd April was the peak, I felt like killing myself to end the nightmare. I went to the doctor and she referred me to a psychiatric ward. As I was being assessed that sot of calmed me down so the situation didn't seem so bad to the doctor. She said look you've had a bit too much fun partying and your body is having a late reaction to the drugs, I'll prescribe you some Seroquel(anti-psychotic) pills that'll help you sleep and think clearly, and feel less panicky.
It is now the 28th April, things don't feel as bad but I'm by no means better, I still have this lingering feeling of doom and that my parents are someone elses parents stuff like that. Although it's not as intense I'm still having that "is this nightmare ever going to end?" feeling. It doesn't fluctuate, it's constant from the second I wake up to the moment I fall asleep.
