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Longest you've been up?

I always kept my limit at 4 days, typically with meth or adderall, although with opiates it may have been longer, you never really sleep in a serious dope binge.
 
When I met my ex I had lots of meth. She'd never done it and is as manic as I am. We stayed up over 8 days.
That was straight... If you count little naps here and there then I don't know. Definitely in the months range. 45 minutes - 3 hour naps with a good night or days sleep maybe 3 or 4 times thrown in the mix.
I was sooo skinny. Could run and climb fast though. The delusions and hallucinations are unreal. Acid doesn't even compare. And we'd hallucinate the same things and they'd even show up in pictures somehow.
When that run finally came to a end the psychosis lasted for weeks and weeks. I still saw all the hallucinations and conspiracies and surveillance etc.
After I cleaned up and returned to.... Whatever this is, I looked through all those photos and videos and their was no aliens or parasites or AI bio mechanical swarms of nano sized drones going in and out of people and electronics. Just pictures of dust bunnies and garbage and reflections and optical illusions.
They were so realistic I still wonder if I wasn't actually seeing more of reality rather than hallucinating.
 
My longest ever, seems to be my physiological maximum lol, but 17 days. Methamphetamine. Totally, utterly insane binge, nonstop cooking and shooting. I was eating barely, trying to stay hydrated, but yeah, I could tell no difference between what was real and what wasn't anymore. It wouldn't have happened, wouldn't have been possible had I not basically temporarily turned myself into a methamphetamine factory.

0/10 would not recommend

I hit the same number in county jail one time, horrendous withdrawal insomnia where after being locked up I was forced to cold turkey a 16-20mg/day suboxone habit, with a broke wrist and 5 felonies. Total delirium there too, I for real wouldn't wish that set of circumstances on my worst enemy.

Sleep is your friend, yo lol.
 
I know all about that. Just got home from a three year bid a few months ago. Cooking really takes the paranoia to the next level especially if you are trying to be safe.
I had both my hands in a flask full of freebase with no gloves on. Wiped it off on my clothes. It absorbed through my skin and I for real almost died. Seeing flashes of light , head pounding, had to force myself to breathe, couldn't walk because I was all wobbly, heart beat through the roof. I was like well. This is how it ends. . .
Somehow I survived it . Without meditation skills I think I would of died. Stayed very still and very calm. ... Until I started to feel better and smoked a joint of this spice called blueberry V.I.P. I think it was JB-27.
Right back into "OMG I'm dieing" mode.
 
Psychlone Jack said:
My longest ever, seems to be my physiological maximum lol, but 17 days. Methamphetamine. Totally, utterly insane binge, nonstop cooking and shooting. I was eating barely, trying to stay hydrated, but yeah, I could tell no difference between what was real and what wasn't anymore. It wouldn't have happened, wouldn't have been possible had I not basically temporarily turned myself into a methamphetamine factory.

0/10 would not recommend

I hit the same number in county jail one time, horrendous withdrawal insomnia where after being locked up I was forced to cold turkey a 16-20mg/day suboxone habit, with a broke wrist and 5 felonies. Total delirium there too, I for real wouldn't wish that set of circumstances on my worst enemy.

Sleep is your friend, yo lol.
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That is insane my friend. I can't imagine the paranoia from being sleep deprived for that long.

I once did 7 days no sleep on crack. From about day 4 onwards constantly thinking people were trying to get us. Clutching a knife most of the time. Completely paranoid and deluded. Also spent a five figure sum on that binge. Definitely my worst stimulant bender of all time and it fucked me up for months after.

Would also NOT recommend. 😂
 
elgoucho9 said:
That is insane my friend. I can't imagine the paranoia from being sleep deprived for that long.

I once did 7 days no sleep on crack. From about day 4 onwards constantly thinking people were trying to get us. Clutching a knife most of the time. Completely paranoid and deluded. Also spent a five figure sum on that binge. Definitely my worst stimulant bender of all time and it fucked me up for months after.

Would also NOT recommend. 😂
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Yeah, I remember by like day 14 on that one it was like every time my feet touched the ground these lightning bolt-tumbleweed things made out of ash would solidify outward in the air from my feet and then disintegrate, I would spit on the ground and my spit would hop up and fly away... constant crazy eyes on my face, people asking me 'bro, you good?' and I'm just staring around in wonder like I...am...good! 🤣
 
I stupidly went cold turkey off alcohol. It was 13 years ago maybe and I was up for 11 days.

I have to say it was one of the most horrible experiences of my life and I may have nodded off for 20 or 30 minutes on one or two of the days, but I honestly don't remember that.

It was very dream-like after the first 4 days. I don't even know how I managed to function at work, but I finally got a hold of some benzos When my ex-wife made me go to a doctor and get treated because I was luckily not in the DT's but I was ill. I was seriously ill.
 
shapeshifter32 said:
When I met my ex I had lots of meth. She'd never done it and is as manic as I am. We stayed up over 8 days.
That was straight... If you count little naps here and there then I don't know. Definitely in the months range. 45 minutes - 3 hour naps with a good night or days sleep maybe 3 or 4 times thrown in the mix.
I was sooo skinny. Could run and climb fast though. The delusions and hallucinations are unreal. Acid doesn't even compare. And we'd hallucinate the same things and they'd even show up in pictures somehow.
When that run finally came to a end the psychosis lasted for weeks and weeks. I still saw all the hallucinations and conspiracies and surveillance etc.
After I cleaned up and returned to.... Whatever this is, I looked through all those photos and videos and their was no aliens or parasites or AI bio mechanical swarms of nano sized drones going in and out of people and electronics. Just pictures of dust bunnies and garbage and reflections and optical illusions.
They were so realistic I still wonder if I wasn't actually seeing more of reality rather than hallucinating.
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Hallucinations from amphetamine induced psychosis are no joke.

I was prescribed 90 mg of Adderall and 50 mg of Vyvanse daily for fatigue and daytime somnolence from a chronic health condition.

Yeah the doctor was a fucking idiot.

Anyway, after a year and a half my brain finally said you know what fuck it. 140 mg of amphetamines every day is way too much and I'm going to take a break.

So I thought people were trying to break into my house and kill me. And long story short firearms SWAT team. Very nice officers who very very gently drove me to the hospital. Contacted my ex-wife who was out of state with the kids and found out I didn't have any psychological issues.

However, while they were being professional, I was sitting on a stainless steel bed in an intake room in the hospital delving deeper into psychosis with every second where I hallucinated a group of three police officers dressed undercover in motorcycle leathers with helmets and they actually stopped and we had a conversation about how they were going to get me because I killed their undercover partner.

I could not distinguish these people from reality. It was. I remember the conversation. Now. I remember the woman's face and the short dude's face and then the guy who looked kind of like negan from walking Dead.

And then when I got up to see where they went cuz they walked past the door all of a sudden they were gone but I could hear them. They were in a room farther down into the the intake area of the hospital but I could hear them talking about me without a doubt.

That's when the orderlies came. And I whacked out screaming that the hospital was trying to kill me and they jab me with a bunch of intramuscular Ativan and 2 hours later I came to and was directed to strip down cuz I was going to the loony bin.
 
72 hours later after probably 6 mg of risperidone and some zyprexa and benzos I was discharged. I wasn't even Baker acted or psychological hold or nothing.

The staff psych doctor realized my over prescription and marked it down to medication induced psychosis.
 
I couldn't sleep for maybe 5 days straight.
Not sure if there was some sleep. I was at least in bed trying to sleep.

Then I was up at 5:30a alaska time flew back to PA and fell asleep at 1a two days later.
That's about 40 hours I think.

I don't do uppers either.
 
One week, methamphetamine.

And I went into work everyday too.

Ended up quitting that job because of how much of an asshole I made out of myself in the last (6) months. Wasted (14) years of hard work and climbing the corporate ladder relatively quickly over (6) months of ice use. And by the way, the first (3) months out of that (6) month period, I was the smartest and hardest working individual in that company "initial meth success, if that's a thing".
 
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Funny i was actually sober during the whole ordeal, but 80 hours, from untreated insomnia (3-5 hrs at best on the 5~ nights a week) it happened as a junior HS kid and i believe contributed to my already developing dopamine dysfunction druh consumption psychotic clonic symphony that the last entire 10 years have been of 20 years here at all. No adults took my psychological complaints seriously, and i didnt have a clue i was having psychotic symptoms, or tbf akathesia, until retrospectively with 4 years of devote passion on neurology and self analysis. I didnt even start getting help until after i graduated and could do it myself, instead of having every knows-best grown up patromizing my debilitating hypervigilance and akathesia by shoving melatonin and hot milk into my emaciated face like i was just not trying hard enough to render myself unresponsive via sheer will. Still doctors routinely have persisted zealously that opioids are the antichrist of our Eden's pharmacy and i must imbibe the tricyclic eucharist lest i stray from the light of the salvation seratonin is god-king-emperor-thing. Because why would an 18 yr old have the maneurisms of a tweaker and demeanor of aging fading twitching light, every single time the docs would insist dopamine played no role whatseoever or that if it did that it had no need for treatment by any means. Was on remeron first, my life became grey and pointless under mirtazapines reign, iron cold and bleak grey was all i saw of the world with and without, the experience drove me to consider suicide wholeheartedly under the influence. After that was 9 months of chemical warfare thanks to my hospitals fetish for tricyclic means of muting psych ward cries and keeping us 'safe' from ancient archaic valium sponsord somnoliloquoy.
Can you tell im bitter about this? Insomnia and (in my opinion) a child hood stained by unfulfillable expectations setting ornately engineerd sequences leading my formative time gracefully, smoothly into the oblivion of nearly fatal depression which stoked old embers and started the fire that began my adult life. A life of dependence and dysfunction barely puttering on like an overly wordy run on sentance.

It took multiple sever crisis events and a pyrrovalerone enhanced blazing psychosis impossible to ignore and dismiss for me to get perscribed abilify and seroquel for treating the psychosis and insomnia and methylphenidate for my shiny custom chromed diagnosis of DDS w/ ADD. It became too frusterating to advocate for myself to unswaying medical staff who see a drug addict make requests for brain scans and make educated guesses and visably dismiss me without even speaking, probably thinking to themselves, "this kid is lighting up the 12 panel like its christmas day for christus sake, either this bum is a benzo scrpit seeker, out of speed and umcouth adderrall abused youth, or an anal retentive neurotic spellbound victim of olde dunning krüger'' curse, but certaintly a sucker and certainly double as much not worth another moment if time in my skin as a doctor god hero king" - Dr. Strawmann

I LOVE COCAINE IT MADE ME A PRICK WHO CANT STOP HIS YAPPING LIKE GOD EVER SO WANTED FOR ME YAY
 
the most i've ever been up was on adderall for like three days, and i would lay down and rest my eyes and do breathing excersises for a few hours each day... so nothing too big coming from me. don't really see how people stay up longer than a couple days or so. crazy.
 
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