Hey everyone, just wanna share my bad trip.
So, im now aged 19, been smoking pot for 3 years, and had done LSD once, all of this is prior to the bad trip.
So, about 1 year + X months ago i dropped acid at a party where alot of friends attended + i was with my 2 sisters and the BF of one of them.
So i dropped the acid with my elder sister and her BF, it was the most amazing experience ive ever had, perfect visuals, amazing euphoria and happiness, also very high satisfaction with my self, a very insightful experience.
I was realy aware of the dark side of psychedelics, so i had myself limits to the times and doses i would induce, so i thought miself to have another go with LSD, and it was 5 months after that amazing trip.
So i was at a party with lots of people, family and friends, i didnt that much prepared myself to drop acid, but was very looking forward to it.
So into the party, dancing, laughing, having a good time, i decided to take a half of a tab with my sister.
1 hour after induce, very very slight changes in myself, no visuals.
2 hours after induce, started to feel the comeup, my body was warm even though it was cold outside, tingeling and muscle tensions.
2-3 hours after induce, startes to realy feel changes in myself, started to giggle with no control, very strong body tension, a strange thing was with visuals, it was wavy, confusing, didnt realy know if i was hallucinating or not, as the visuals come and go.
So i started to dance, trying to go with the flow and release some energy, it felt as the music didnt fit to my mood, so i backed off a little.
Then everything went downhill, my sister told me she wanted more acid, so i told her we are turnt up enough already...
all of a sudden, a very strange feeling conquered me, unfamiliar, unexpected, very strong and i didnt knew where it came from.
Thoughts started to fill me in, a very strong need to solve what was that feeling that kicked in me, i started to drown in thoughts of what it was, why it was, why why and why.
Those thoughts completely got me, so i said to myself to stop it, that everything is ok and im just panicking myself, and i should stop thinking. Suddenly i felt good again, but not for long. 20 minutes later those why and why questions and thoughts started to fill me in again.
I felt, didnt thought, felt that i was going crazy, that i lost it, that lsd fucked me up for good, that it took control of me forever.
I asked my sister to calm me down, but it didnt work. She said she knows a friend who could snap me out of it.
So me and her friend startes to walk out of the party, in the beautiful woods, under the beautiful sky, but it didnt draw my attention.
We sat in his car trying to solve my problem, with no success. I lost my identity, lost my inner voice, time was no longer existant, i was no longer existant, my body wasnt mine, my thoughts werent mine, i was a nothing and everything, i spoke with my sisters friend about myself as in a 3rd person(asume my name was Z),saying things like "what does Z wants" "what does Z needs".
I lost grasp of reality... My sisters friend kept reminding me that im still here, that me is me, but i didnt believe him. I manged to snap out of it, only a second later i was back to that hell, a cycle that never ended.
So we decided to go back to the party, as i saw my sisters crying and yelling, i suddenly got back to reality as if a 100 tons of shackles ground me back. They said they have been looking for me for 3 hours, i didnt believe it... 3 hours?!?! This whole mess ive been through was for 3 hours, it felt as it was for 20 minutes...
So as i got back to reality things were fine again, i went to sleep, woke up refreshed and feeling good.
But, about 3 months later i smoked a bowl of weed, then it was when it got me back, im bad tripping again, hell has comeback for me, i was with a friend so i told him im not feeling well, i went back home, i felt as if i gone crazy again, that i have lost my mind... I stopped smoking weed, i discoverd that i developed an anxiety disorder, ptsd, panic disorder, almost every mental illness that exists.
So its 9 months after that bad trip, i kindda got myself back together, but still feeling lost a bit.
And that my friends, was my hell itself explained by words, thank you all for reading, would like you guys to share your opinios.
So, im now aged 19, been smoking pot for 3 years, and had done LSD once, all of this is prior to the bad trip.
So, about 1 year + X months ago i dropped acid at a party where alot of friends attended + i was with my 2 sisters and the BF of one of them.
So i dropped the acid with my elder sister and her BF, it was the most amazing experience ive ever had, perfect visuals, amazing euphoria and happiness, also very high satisfaction with my self, a very insightful experience.
I was realy aware of the dark side of psychedelics, so i had myself limits to the times and doses i would induce, so i thought miself to have another go with LSD, and it was 5 months after that amazing trip.
So i was at a party with lots of people, family and friends, i didnt that much prepared myself to drop acid, but was very looking forward to it.
So into the party, dancing, laughing, having a good time, i decided to take a half of a tab with my sister.
1 hour after induce, very very slight changes in myself, no visuals.
2 hours after induce, started to feel the comeup, my body was warm even though it was cold outside, tingeling and muscle tensions.
2-3 hours after induce, startes to realy feel changes in myself, started to giggle with no control, very strong body tension, a strange thing was with visuals, it was wavy, confusing, didnt realy know if i was hallucinating or not, as the visuals come and go.
So i started to dance, trying to go with the flow and release some energy, it felt as the music didnt fit to my mood, so i backed off a little.
Then everything went downhill, my sister told me she wanted more acid, so i told her we are turnt up enough already...
all of a sudden, a very strange feeling conquered me, unfamiliar, unexpected, very strong and i didnt knew where it came from.
Thoughts started to fill me in, a very strong need to solve what was that feeling that kicked in me, i started to drown in thoughts of what it was, why it was, why why and why.
Those thoughts completely got me, so i said to myself to stop it, that everything is ok and im just panicking myself, and i should stop thinking. Suddenly i felt good again, but not for long. 20 minutes later those why and why questions and thoughts started to fill me in again.
I felt, didnt thought, felt that i was going crazy, that i lost it, that lsd fucked me up for good, that it took control of me forever.
I asked my sister to calm me down, but it didnt work. She said she knows a friend who could snap me out of it.
So me and her friend startes to walk out of the party, in the beautiful woods, under the beautiful sky, but it didnt draw my attention.
We sat in his car trying to solve my problem, with no success. I lost my identity, lost my inner voice, time was no longer existant, i was no longer existant, my body wasnt mine, my thoughts werent mine, i was a nothing and everything, i spoke with my sisters friend about myself as in a 3rd person(asume my name was Z),saying things like "what does Z wants" "what does Z needs".
I lost grasp of reality... My sisters friend kept reminding me that im still here, that me is me, but i didnt believe him. I manged to snap out of it, only a second later i was back to that hell, a cycle that never ended.
So we decided to go back to the party, as i saw my sisters crying and yelling, i suddenly got back to reality as if a 100 tons of shackles ground me back. They said they have been looking for me for 3 hours, i didnt believe it... 3 hours?!?! This whole mess ive been through was for 3 hours, it felt as it was for 20 minutes...
So as i got back to reality things were fine again, i went to sleep, woke up refreshed and feeling good.
But, about 3 months later i smoked a bowl of weed, then it was when it got me back, im bad tripping again, hell has comeback for me, i was with a friend so i told him im not feeling well, i went back home, i felt as if i gone crazy again, that i have lost my mind... I stopped smoking weed, i discoverd that i developed an anxiety disorder, ptsd, panic disorder, almost every mental illness that exists.
So its 9 months after that bad trip, i kindda got myself back together, but still feeling lost a bit.
And that my friends, was my hell itself explained by words, thank you all for reading, would like you guys to share your opinios.
