Ok, I'll start with the worst part. I was down for about 2 - 3 years. But I made it worse for myself because I continually smoked weed and occasionally took coke and alcohol. I just want to stress more than anything - I thought I was a gonner. I thought my brain was damaged. I thought it was game over. But it's not and I'm back. In fact, it feels a very distant memory and I rarely think about it.
I Made It Worse For Myself By Doing Drugs
First I want to talk about my biggest challenge. I kept doing things that made it worse. Even though I had smashed my mind I just couldn't let go of old habits. I still spent time with the same group of weed-smoking friends. I still wanted to go clubbing and occasionally I took more pills which just reset me back to square 1.
I tried to live the live I used to live, but I was just making everything worse for myself. I couldn't let go of the weed, clubbing and drugs. That's who I was, that was all I ever wanted to do.
I fully believe that if you want to recover as soon as possible you have to let go. Quit the weed, quit the other drugs, don't even go to clubs any more and avoid friends who will put you in situations that will even tempt you. I failed at all of this for a long time.
The Problems Came from Nowhere After a Normal Night of Clubbing
After rolling on new years and having an amazing time I took no pills for 3 months. The I went out clubbing and had a few great pills which left an amazing afterglow for two weeks. Life felt utterly amazing and everyone seemed to love me. I had to get the afterglow back...
Unfortunately the next time I rolled my life changed in a big way. It was just a normal night; I picked up a few pills from a friend, went to a club, smoked some weed at a friend's after then went home to bed. I can't quite remember exactly, but I think I went to sleep and woke up in hell from my first awakening thought.
One thing that happened a few months before was that I took some LSD and had a bad trip. That time I thought I fucked my head, but was fine after a couple of days.
It Was Like Living a Nightmare, and I Never, Ever Thought I Would Be Normal Again
That morning when I woke in my bed, life wasn't the same. I wasn't hallucinating, but I was having very strange thoughts in my head. It felt like I was in a distant evil universe. I saw weird things in my mind and heard weird noises. These thoughts were horrible, dreadful, and then I began to realise that "my head is fucked", "how can I cope with life" etc. I felt like I was in a mental wasteland with these weird creatures. At the same time I could see out of my eyes that I was in my bedroom and everything appeared to be normal.
I don't remember what happened that day, but I remember the next day at work. People's faces looked weird - wooden almost. I was in an office talking to a manager and it looked like the cars parked out the window were alive. Their lights were like faces and they had an evil aura about them.
Those thoughts of "my head is fucked", "game over" never went away. I was thinking about them all the time every day. Even when I was watching TV or talking to people they always came back.
HPPD symptoms were present as well. Everything just looked weird and I used to shadows on objects - even the lights on the ceiling scared me. I think this made the anxiety worse because it made me feel more like my brain was fried. I once saw a floating letter M as I lay on my sofa talking to my family. I used to see puddles on the floor and think they were a mile deep. I used to see blue dots in the pitch black.
The Horror Peaked After a Couple of Weeks
The absolute worst of my symptoms were those where I questioned who I was. Nothing felt right. I believe this is ego-loss and yeah I had definitely had that severely. I just felt empty and wanted to cry all the time. I came close to asking for mental help on a number of occasions, but thought I would be locked up.
Another of my worst symptoms were the nightmares and evil thoughts I got. I used to wake up in the night and it felt like my cupboard was alive. I woke up sweating, scared to death because of horrible nightmares. But waking up I was still just as scared. I think I even had auditory hallucinations when awaking in the middle of the night hearing scary animal noises.
For me these symptoms were worse at night because night time is just scarier. However, the worst of these utterly, utterly devastating symptoms appeared to go away 2 weeks after rolling. Any time I rolled they came back for two weeks. The symptoms were still very bad, but the nightmares and horror seemed to peak after 2 weeks.
After the two weeks it felt like very slight improvements week on week. But any time I did weed I was basically tripping and head-fucked. I just could not stop doing it.
I Fell Out With My Friends and Family... That Saved Me
Because of my symptoms I was a weird, anxious person. I wasn't normal and I used to say really weird things and do stupid things. One day I annoyed some people who were part of my group of friends and I got absolutely smashed in. Knocked out cold and put in hospital.
These people weren't nice and I was taking one of them to court. I could no longer hang around with my friends and I had to move back home with my family. This was great because I couldn't smoke weed and was the first step to improving my symptoms. Going to the gym and getting a regular endorphine rush was the next that helped. I used to feel almost normal after a hard weights session.
But I soon fell out with my family because of my symptoms and moved to my own place. This is about 2 years after that devastating roll.
Once on my own I was able to deal with things much better. Just me in my flat. Life wasn't great, and I yearned for my old life of clubs and drugs, but I couldn't do that because I had no friends now.
It was living on my own, though, that really helped me to get things together. Apart from going to work I just spent time on my own which gave me few things to worry about. I started to get my confidence back and not be scared of going in public places (except to avoid those people who would probably smash me in again).
With the combination of no drugs, no friends and no family, I could clearly see that I was getting back to normal and it felt good. Just being on my own was so important, because I had to keep things together. I had nowhere to go and I would be on the streets if I messed up.
I'm not suggesting you should live alone. If your friends and family are supportive and helpful great. But if your friends are a bad crowd, and your family just make things worse, then you have a decision to make.
I Now Have a Great Job and I'm in Love
Living on my own got a bit worrying. If I lost my job what would I do? So I spent all my spare time learning computer programming which is now my job. What's more, I absolutely loved it. Learning about things felt so amazing again. I discovered the joy of knowledge. I read lots of books.
One painfful thought I had when my symptoms were bad was "I wish I could just be normal and feel normal things. Have a girlfriend and enjoy life. But instead my head is messed up and I can see the world for what it really is". Right now I am there. I live with my girlfriend and we argue over trivial things like who is going to turn the light off before we go to bed at night.
I made it and you can, too.