Ideeuht_Savant
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- Jul 28, 2018
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I've been meaning to make an acc for a couple years or so now. Never really been into blogging myself, but the purpose that I come back to time and time again, is that I love drugs, and i'm sick of damning the people that are closest to me with conversation of them because honestly i've had my ups and downs with them enough for people to see them and make their own judgement over what's best for me from my own experiences. I'm hoping i can exert some of this need to talk about them, by talking about them on this platform, so i hope this can end up being a pretty healthy thing for me.
Little about me-
-I am currently 21 yrs old.
At the peak of my drug use I was 17, which in ways feels like a lifetime ago, and just yesterday at the same time. I had started smoking weed about 2-3 years before that, but, back to when i was 17, I was taking molly, acid, or shrooms, every other night. Had each of them all the time, because i was selling them to be able to maintain this. Very good quality of all of these as well. School wasn't a focus, per usual, so i was taking it whenever i could, often ending up at school so my folks at home wouldn't have to see me; on the weekends i would take much larger doses than tolerable for a school setting.
This all came to an abrupt halt when i overdosed on acid.
Me and my buddy had just picked up a vial of VERY strong acid. I also ended up at the hospital and they told my grandmother that i had amphetamine coursing through my system, so i'm pretty sure it was cut with speed.
The way that this happened, was, we were trippin all night, and it started to wear off to some degree, so he was gonna take me home, and i noticed on the floor, was the bag of sour patch kids we had dosed up to distribute. About like 50-60 of em. I picked the bag up, and noticed it wasnt shut. So i zipped it (ziploc). Then i looked at my hands, and there was colorful, acid mess all over em. I looked at my hands, then looked at him, said "Fuck," then wiped it off on my pants and carried on to head home.
I had forgotten about that, however, you figure something aside from usual had happened when you're trippin for a week straight and you're folks are telling you "YOU FRIED YOUR BRAINS!!!" "YOU REALLY FUCKING DID IT THIS TIME!!!"
So basically, that was the craziest, worst week of my entire life, and i wouldn't damn a person on this earth to go through the same thing. I was taken to the hospital afterwards to recover, then taken to the psych ward for trying to kill myself during that period of time (which was equally traumatizing), and then to rehab. After this accident happened, things weren't up to me anymore in the most literal sense.
The psych ward put me on a drug i'm sure most people in here are familiar with called Seroquel, and the whole thing in my mind is that i was in rehab, "sober," while i'm taking these drugs that can be prescribed for a million different reasons, so i never really was sober. Seroquel is a fucking strong ass substance. It'l put you off your ass, demotivate you, all that. And its supposed to be therapeutic in the sense of getting your dopamine receptors and seratonin receptors back to normal.
I don't really care to get into that too much, save that for a different day when i'll care to rant about it further.
But, basically, i've accepted over the past 2 years since i've been independent, that i wanted to try drugs again, and since then, that i still love them.
I was never into opiates, coke, or anything aside from MDMA that reeeeealy inflicted a large amount of damage on my physical body. Mainly psychadelics.
I live with my girl, about 2700 miles across the US from my folks and it's really made a man out of me and made me realize that everyone is fucked up, and really that its up to me on a momentary basis wether or not i'm more "fucked up" than the next guy. Basically theres designated times for having fun with things like drugs, and therefore by using them, i need designated recovery times usually as well.
I'm totally getting lost in the sauce, but i'm really just on a journey of my own, dont know what the fuck it is, dont want to have to be afraid to admit to people what the fuck i'm up to, because chances are, i'm trying to get high. LOL
I take pretty damn good care of my body as well. I exercise at the gym a few times regularly, i've been a vegetarian for the past 8 mos or so, am currently detoxing to expel the toxicity acquired from turning 21 and such... (also i don't really drink :/)
But yeah, an update on my current past 2 weeks of drug use, is that i did some amazing cocaine 2 weeks ago, simply because it was free and pure, (have turned it down about 6 more times since then) and i've microdosed 2x with 1p-lsd over the past 2 weeks; being the first time i've taken a psychadelic since the episode i mentioned above.
it was a great experience. both times really. helped me focus at work, and just, DO things :/ lol
I intend on giving them a serious try after i've given my mind a rest for a couple weeks or so, as i have more to spare. I intend on sharing MUCH more of my experiences going forward in life with everyone on this platform, as i dont think i'll ever write a book, but truthfully want to relate, help others, and blow my own mind by hearing how other people are along the same path as me.
I can't continue to carry on right now, its draining me but this has felt so good already
Little about me-
-I am currently 21 yrs old.
At the peak of my drug use I was 17, which in ways feels like a lifetime ago, and just yesterday at the same time. I had started smoking weed about 2-3 years before that, but, back to when i was 17, I was taking molly, acid, or shrooms, every other night. Had each of them all the time, because i was selling them to be able to maintain this. Very good quality of all of these as well. School wasn't a focus, per usual, so i was taking it whenever i could, often ending up at school so my folks at home wouldn't have to see me; on the weekends i would take much larger doses than tolerable for a school setting.
This all came to an abrupt halt when i overdosed on acid.
Me and my buddy had just picked up a vial of VERY strong acid. I also ended up at the hospital and they told my grandmother that i had amphetamine coursing through my system, so i'm pretty sure it was cut with speed.
The way that this happened, was, we were trippin all night, and it started to wear off to some degree, so he was gonna take me home, and i noticed on the floor, was the bag of sour patch kids we had dosed up to distribute. About like 50-60 of em. I picked the bag up, and noticed it wasnt shut. So i zipped it (ziploc). Then i looked at my hands, and there was colorful, acid mess all over em. I looked at my hands, then looked at him, said "Fuck," then wiped it off on my pants and carried on to head home.
I had forgotten about that, however, you figure something aside from usual had happened when you're trippin for a week straight and you're folks are telling you "YOU FRIED YOUR BRAINS!!!" "YOU REALLY FUCKING DID IT THIS TIME!!!"
So basically, that was the craziest, worst week of my entire life, and i wouldn't damn a person on this earth to go through the same thing. I was taken to the hospital afterwards to recover, then taken to the psych ward for trying to kill myself during that period of time (which was equally traumatizing), and then to rehab. After this accident happened, things weren't up to me anymore in the most literal sense.
The psych ward put me on a drug i'm sure most people in here are familiar with called Seroquel, and the whole thing in my mind is that i was in rehab, "sober," while i'm taking these drugs that can be prescribed for a million different reasons, so i never really was sober. Seroquel is a fucking strong ass substance. It'l put you off your ass, demotivate you, all that. And its supposed to be therapeutic in the sense of getting your dopamine receptors and seratonin receptors back to normal.
I don't really care to get into that too much, save that for a different day when i'll care to rant about it further.
But, basically, i've accepted over the past 2 years since i've been independent, that i wanted to try drugs again, and since then, that i still love them.
I was never into opiates, coke, or anything aside from MDMA that reeeeealy inflicted a large amount of damage on my physical body. Mainly psychadelics.
I live with my girl, about 2700 miles across the US from my folks and it's really made a man out of me and made me realize that everyone is fucked up, and really that its up to me on a momentary basis wether or not i'm more "fucked up" than the next guy. Basically theres designated times for having fun with things like drugs, and therefore by using them, i need designated recovery times usually as well.
I'm totally getting lost in the sauce, but i'm really just on a journey of my own, dont know what the fuck it is, dont want to have to be afraid to admit to people what the fuck i'm up to, because chances are, i'm trying to get high. LOL
I take pretty damn good care of my body as well. I exercise at the gym a few times regularly, i've been a vegetarian for the past 8 mos or so, am currently detoxing to expel the toxicity acquired from turning 21 and such... (also i don't really drink :/)
But yeah, an update on my current past 2 weeks of drug use, is that i did some amazing cocaine 2 weeks ago, simply because it was free and pure, (have turned it down about 6 more times since then) and i've microdosed 2x with 1p-lsd over the past 2 weeks; being the first time i've taken a psychadelic since the episode i mentioned above.
it was a great experience. both times really. helped me focus at work, and just, DO things :/ lol
I intend on giving them a serious try after i've given my mind a rest for a couple weeks or so, as i have more to spare. I intend on sharing MUCH more of my experiences going forward in life with everyone on this platform, as i dont think i'll ever write a book, but truthfully want to relate, help others, and blow my own mind by hearing how other people are along the same path as me.
I can't continue to carry on right now, its draining me but this has felt so good already
