Vaki
Greenlighter
I'm sure that a lot of people like me have experienced depersonalization that was triggered by drugs. I thought that posting my story and writting the things that helped me get rid of it might help people that are trying to deal with it.
My depersonalization (DP) was triggered by weed even though there were other factors that might have "helped" like very little sleep, some alcohol and a dramamine (I get nauseous in the car) the previous day. I was at a 5 day trip with our high school and me and my friends have brought a massive amount of weed with us. At that time I was smoking probably about 2-3 times a week but during the school trip we were smoking ALL day long. On the 4th day after smoking the second joint of the day which I shared with a friend we got into the bus to continue our trip and even though I was just mildly high, when the bus started and I was looking outside the window and I started hallucinated (something between delirium and hallucinations) all of a sudden I feel a twitch all over my body and next thing I know my vision sort of zoomed out and I'm staring at my self from above (what some people call astral projection I believe). Everything at that point starts getting brighter to the point that everything was white and I just thought to my self "ok, you're either dying or you're officially crazy", after that my vision "zoomed in" to normal and I realised that nothing felt real.. Everything I saw, said, felt and experienced felt like a dream or a movie. I was like a passive viewer in my own life... It was awful but I kept my cool and realized that by freaking out I wouldn't make it better so I tried to enjoy my unusual high.
The first day that it was triggered I was DP all day long until I went to bed and I woke up fine but soon it was back. And that's where I started to worry that it would never go away and that I have to live like that forever. The first week was a nightmare! I've never felt so depressed before. I was thinking about self harm just to feel something and I would even have suicidal thoughts. I felt like an emotionless zombie and nothing really matter in life. Of course I didn't try to suicide or cause any self harm because I knew that even thinking about it was idiotic. Slowly DP was going away. Every day I was a little better than the previous one and in about a week and a half I wasn't DP 24/7 anymore but it would come and go leaving me a couple of hours of feeling normal again. Week by week I was getting better and the DP "episodes" were less and less frequent.
But they didn't go away on their own! As soon as I was back home from the trip I researched about it and did a couple of things that I think help me a lot!
-I quit weed (and every drug including alcohol) for quite some time
-I started eating VERY healthy so I could detox and replenish all the vitamins I needed to recover
-I didn't freak out (well maybe a little..). I realized that freaking out would cause a lot of anxiety, paranoia and that's not something that could help me at all.
-I stayed positive. This is very important. I grabed on every sign of progress that I could see no matter how tiny it was, to help me stay positive. Positive mental attitude is VERY important for any kind of healing (ever heard of placebo effect?)
-I found that going outside helped me a lot. While I was staying in the house depressed, lonely, paranoid and full of anxiety it only made things worse. Going out especially on sunny days was a bliss!
-I started working out. I was not the type of person that would work out... AT ALL.. but it worked like a charm both psychologically and physically. The extreme work out made me FEEL exhausted and together with the chemicals released during the workout like endorphines, serotonine and dopamine made me feel human again.
-I was patient. Another thing that I realized was that no matter what I did DP wouldn't magically go away in a day. It would take time and effort.
It's been about 2 years now and the last time I felt DP was about 6 months ago and it only lasted for a couple of second. It felt more of a deja-vu than DP tbh. I'm more than fine now I still smoke weed and other take drugs without a problem, but that's only because I don't abuse any of them, I deal with them with caution and respect and always make sure my brain chemistry gets what it needs to be back to normal (time between drug experiences, eating healthy and supplements if necessary). Even though the recovery was a miserable journey especially at first it made me realize that ALL drugs no matter how "innocent" they look must be treated with respect and that you should take it slow and never cross your body's and mind's limits. I can even say that I'm happy I experienced DP because it taught me an important lesson and it made me more mature.
Good luck with anyone dealing with depersonalization. It really is gonna be better with time! Take care of your body and mind!
My depersonalization (DP) was triggered by weed even though there were other factors that might have "helped" like very little sleep, some alcohol and a dramamine (I get nauseous in the car) the previous day. I was at a 5 day trip with our high school and me and my friends have brought a massive amount of weed with us. At that time I was smoking probably about 2-3 times a week but during the school trip we were smoking ALL day long. On the 4th day after smoking the second joint of the day which I shared with a friend we got into the bus to continue our trip and even though I was just mildly high, when the bus started and I was looking outside the window and I started hallucinated (something between delirium and hallucinations) all of a sudden I feel a twitch all over my body and next thing I know my vision sort of zoomed out and I'm staring at my self from above (what some people call astral projection I believe). Everything at that point starts getting brighter to the point that everything was white and I just thought to my self "ok, you're either dying or you're officially crazy", after that my vision "zoomed in" to normal and I realised that nothing felt real.. Everything I saw, said, felt and experienced felt like a dream or a movie. I was like a passive viewer in my own life... It was awful but I kept my cool and realized that by freaking out I wouldn't make it better so I tried to enjoy my unusual high.
The first day that it was triggered I was DP all day long until I went to bed and I woke up fine but soon it was back. And that's where I started to worry that it would never go away and that I have to live like that forever. The first week was a nightmare! I've never felt so depressed before. I was thinking about self harm just to feel something and I would even have suicidal thoughts. I felt like an emotionless zombie and nothing really matter in life. Of course I didn't try to suicide or cause any self harm because I knew that even thinking about it was idiotic. Slowly DP was going away. Every day I was a little better than the previous one and in about a week and a half I wasn't DP 24/7 anymore but it would come and go leaving me a couple of hours of feeling normal again. Week by week I was getting better and the DP "episodes" were less and less frequent.
But they didn't go away on their own! As soon as I was back home from the trip I researched about it and did a couple of things that I think help me a lot!
-I quit weed (and every drug including alcohol) for quite some time
-I started eating VERY healthy so I could detox and replenish all the vitamins I needed to recover
-I didn't freak out (well maybe a little..). I realized that freaking out would cause a lot of anxiety, paranoia and that's not something that could help me at all.
-I stayed positive. This is very important. I grabed on every sign of progress that I could see no matter how tiny it was, to help me stay positive. Positive mental attitude is VERY important for any kind of healing (ever heard of placebo effect?)
-I found that going outside helped me a lot. While I was staying in the house depressed, lonely, paranoid and full of anxiety it only made things worse. Going out especially on sunny days was a bliss!
-I started working out. I was not the type of person that would work out... AT ALL.. but it worked like a charm both psychologically and physically. The extreme work out made me FEEL exhausted and together with the chemicals released during the workout like endorphines, serotonine and dopamine made me feel human again.
-I was patient. Another thing that I realized was that no matter what I did DP wouldn't magically go away in a day. It would take time and effort.
It's been about 2 years now and the last time I felt DP was about 6 months ago and it only lasted for a couple of second. It felt more of a deja-vu than DP tbh. I'm more than fine now I still smoke weed and other take drugs without a problem, but that's only because I don't abuse any of them, I deal with them with caution and respect and always make sure my brain chemistry gets what it needs to be back to normal (time between drug experiences, eating healthy and supplements if necessary). Even though the recovery was a miserable journey especially at first it made me realize that ALL drugs no matter how "innocent" they look must be treated with respect and that you should take it slow and never cross your body's and mind's limits. I can even say that I'm happy I experienced DP because it taught me an important lesson and it made me more mature.
Good luck with anyone dealing with depersonalization. It really is gonna be better with time! Take care of your body and mind!