Title says it. 
My previous medical history: had HPPD for 2 years after 2 or 3 uses of major psychs. Been fine abd recovering ever since then, though during the days leading up to my episode I was abusing downers daily. GBL, Klonopin, alcohol and tramadol interspersed, though I'm positive I wasn't addicted to anything, as I never felt any withdrawals or even cravings since abstaining from all drugs completely.
What really set it off: Using bk-MDMA twice during the two weeks leading up to onset of my psychosis, and smoking weed once (I very, very rarely smoke weed) a few hours before the first signs of me behaving "differently" started to appear.
The experience: I don't remember anything of the peak ('bout 24 hours it lasted), but what I can remember from the remission period fucking... permanently scarred me. I was in a mental ward strapped to a bed with my ankles, stomach wrists, being put down by the medical staff, and left alone in the dark, delusionally thinking I was crashing over at someone's flat. I believe I forgot my mom's name several times and came on to my cousin like several times. Fuck! 8(
Most horrid are the memories of speaking to people who, in hindsight, weren't there. I guess that explains why they were all sitting there so quietly, not speaking back, sometimes displaying an unrelenting, unnerving sickly smile on their faces. Goddamnit this post is unnerving to write. I'm gonna stop now, take my risperidone, and chill out a bit.
I'm sorry if this thread comes out oddly or lacking any real questions or direction, I guess I just figured out I wanted to vent this stuff to someone I didn't personally know.
Share your stories of encounters with mental illness, whether they be your own or about people you know.
The thing that scares me the most is that I'm not the least bit bothered about never being able to use any kind of drugs ever again. Because that definitely isn't me.

My previous medical history: had HPPD for 2 years after 2 or 3 uses of major psychs. Been fine abd recovering ever since then, though during the days leading up to my episode I was abusing downers daily. GBL, Klonopin, alcohol and tramadol interspersed, though I'm positive I wasn't addicted to anything, as I never felt any withdrawals or even cravings since abstaining from all drugs completely.
What really set it off: Using bk-MDMA twice during the two weeks leading up to onset of my psychosis, and smoking weed once (I very, very rarely smoke weed) a few hours before the first signs of me behaving "differently" started to appear.
The experience: I don't remember anything of the peak ('bout 24 hours it lasted), but what I can remember from the remission period fucking... permanently scarred me. I was in a mental ward strapped to a bed with my ankles, stomach wrists, being put down by the medical staff, and left alone in the dark, delusionally thinking I was crashing over at someone's flat. I believe I forgot my mom's name several times and came on to my cousin like several times. Fuck! 8(
Most horrid are the memories of speaking to people who, in hindsight, weren't there. I guess that explains why they were all sitting there so quietly, not speaking back, sometimes displaying an unrelenting, unnerving sickly smile on their faces. Goddamnit this post is unnerving to write. I'm gonna stop now, take my risperidone, and chill out a bit.
I'm sorry if this thread comes out oddly or lacking any real questions or direction, I guess I just figured out I wanted to vent this stuff to someone I didn't personally know.
Share your stories of encounters with mental illness, whether they be your own or about people you know.
The thing that scares me the most is that I'm not the least bit bothered about never being able to use any kind of drugs ever again. Because that definitely isn't me.