My previous substance use has all occurred in the past 2 years and mainly this past school year and it includes: Weed (everyday), alcohol, MDMA, MDA, mushrooms both cubensis and cyanescens (10-12 times), LSD twice, 2cb, methadone, hydromorphone, tramadol, promthazine, codeine syrup, klonopin, and I'm sure other pharms as well. I would say I am pretty experienced in all of these.
Past 7 days
Day 1: I went to a festival out on a island and was able to finally get LSD and so I did, 2 hits. That experience was so amazing and "life changing" that I really wanted to experience it again but as a solo trip. My mindset has changed after that and I have been more happy and felt more complete since.
Day 4: Get a hold of LSD guy and get two more hits. I went to my dads to relax, trip, smoke, and think. Though it wasn't as "strong" as last time it was still amazing. My mindset was even better. I am happier than I ever have been.
Day 7: Feeling a little under the weather, maybe catching a cold. I meet up with my friends H and S and they're saying there trying to go get drugs, any kind. S suggested shrooms and I was in, but H doesn't like to do those anymore. I haven't tripped in about 4 or 5 months. S and I split the 5 grams of cubensis and H was going to have a line of MDMA so he could be on some kind of level like us. But that only brought out his micro-managing and insensitive personality.
T-0: Ate shrooms at S's house.
H constantly is making fun of me and isn't a good trip sitter at all.
T+1-3: Shrooms came on so insanely fast, which is weird because I had more than enough food that day. I was surprised I could even get the shrooms down. It's always taken about 2 hours for substances to kick in for me. Feelings of anxiety and second thoughts about taking them. I could feel every little bit of my body moving around and hurting. All my energy felt like it was pouring out of my veins. Hallucinating extremely hard and lost touch with reality almost completely. The only thing that kind of kept me there was smoking weed which barely calmed me. We all decided to go watch T.V. and that was very hard to enjoy. When we first turned on the T.V. the image didnt come on, only the sound. That sound was one of the scariest things I've ever heard. It was an eerie dramatic sound coming from a scary movie. S and I both freaked out a bit. I couldn't sit still, my body was so buzzing hard and I couldn't stop thinking. I thought I would never get out of this mind state. I was convinced the drugs that I have been doing so much had finally caught up to me and made me one of those crazy people.
I tried talking to H about my bad trip to see if it would help, but all he did was laugh at me and said I told you. That made it worse. And before we started tripping I asked H to not show me his scary ass picture of Micheal Jackson and he did. I freaked me out so much I hit his phone out of his hand and it flew across the room hitting the wall. They laughed. I wasn't in the right setting with H there. I couldn't stop shaking or sweating.
T+4: Things started to settle down a little. S and I went out to smoke a cigarette and that cut the edge of quite a bit. Also it was really nice to finally talk to S because he felt really bad that I had been having a bad trip. We both had agreed H had been being an inconsiderate asshole that night, which I was glad to hear that it wasn't just me. We went back inside after that.
T+5-7?: We just sat in S's room smoked some bowls but I still wasn't okay and still fully convinced that I was crazy now. I just laid there on the bean bag not talking too much just trying to get back to reality some how. Finally, I had gotten to sleep.
I don't feel the same after this one. I'm not happy, more depressed that something like this happened to me and I couldn't do anything about it at all. I would never wish this upon someone. This experience was by far the worst thing I have ever had to deal with. And I've been through a lot of shit at my young age. I have learned that Setting, mindset, and people play a role a lot larger than I had expected and I will respect that.
Past 7 days
Day 1: I went to a festival out on a island and was able to finally get LSD and so I did, 2 hits. That experience was so amazing and "life changing" that I really wanted to experience it again but as a solo trip. My mindset has changed after that and I have been more happy and felt more complete since.
Day 4: Get a hold of LSD guy and get two more hits. I went to my dads to relax, trip, smoke, and think. Though it wasn't as "strong" as last time it was still amazing. My mindset was even better. I am happier than I ever have been.
Day 7: Feeling a little under the weather, maybe catching a cold. I meet up with my friends H and S and they're saying there trying to go get drugs, any kind. S suggested shrooms and I was in, but H doesn't like to do those anymore. I haven't tripped in about 4 or 5 months. S and I split the 5 grams of cubensis and H was going to have a line of MDMA so he could be on some kind of level like us. But that only brought out his micro-managing and insensitive personality.
T-0: Ate shrooms at S's house.
H constantly is making fun of me and isn't a good trip sitter at all.
T+1-3: Shrooms came on so insanely fast, which is weird because I had more than enough food that day. I was surprised I could even get the shrooms down. It's always taken about 2 hours for substances to kick in for me. Feelings of anxiety and second thoughts about taking them. I could feel every little bit of my body moving around and hurting. All my energy felt like it was pouring out of my veins. Hallucinating extremely hard and lost touch with reality almost completely. The only thing that kind of kept me there was smoking weed which barely calmed me. We all decided to go watch T.V. and that was very hard to enjoy. When we first turned on the T.V. the image didnt come on, only the sound. That sound was one of the scariest things I've ever heard. It was an eerie dramatic sound coming from a scary movie. S and I both freaked out a bit. I couldn't sit still, my body was so buzzing hard and I couldn't stop thinking. I thought I would never get out of this mind state. I was convinced the drugs that I have been doing so much had finally caught up to me and made me one of those crazy people.
I tried talking to H about my bad trip to see if it would help, but all he did was laugh at me and said I told you. That made it worse. And before we started tripping I asked H to not show me his scary ass picture of Micheal Jackson and he did. I freaked me out so much I hit his phone out of his hand and it flew across the room hitting the wall. They laughed. I wasn't in the right setting with H there. I couldn't stop shaking or sweating.
T+4: Things started to settle down a little. S and I went out to smoke a cigarette and that cut the edge of quite a bit. Also it was really nice to finally talk to S because he felt really bad that I had been having a bad trip. We both had agreed H had been being an inconsiderate asshole that night, which I was glad to hear that it wasn't just me. We went back inside after that.
T+5-7?: We just sat in S's room smoked some bowls but I still wasn't okay and still fully convinced that I was crazy now. I just laid there on the bean bag not talking too much just trying to get back to reality some how. Finally, I had gotten to sleep.
I don't feel the same after this one. I'm not happy, more depressed that something like this happened to me and I couldn't do anything about it at all. I would never wish this upon someone. This experience was by far the worst thing I have ever had to deal with. And I've been through a lot of shit at my young age. I have learned that Setting, mindset, and people play a role a lot larger than I had expected and I will respect that.
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
I had a friend who was like that, except he tripped with us on mushrooms, he wasn't just watching us (it was the one time he ever took mushrooms). He got SUPER egotistical (moreso than usual) and went downstairs (we were at my parents' house, bad idea) and started talking to my family really loud about death and told my 10 year old brother that he could die at any moment (very loudly) which freaked him out. It was my one and only bad trip. Of course when it wore off I was so happy to be back to normal that my friends and I were gripped with wonderful euphoria for the rest of the night and the next day I felt fine.
You live and learn.