rave_itsrealfun!!!
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Well in my experience it has very strange effects with zero tolerance. Almost felt like I was coming up on a psychedelic or something. I remember feeling trip vibes, and I felt disconnected from reality. Really strange stuff... I should have known right then and there that it was dangerous, but I was desperate at the time and it was the only option I could see.
With repeated use that went away and it made me relatively normal for a couple of months, it was more of a knockout or drowsy type of disconnected feeling, I basically felt like I was being sedated or tranquillized like an animal - that's what they call "getting used to it" - like my doctor wanted me to STFU and just pointlessly exist and wait out an imaginary recovery period when I was actually getting worse from the seroquel - until it became ineffectual and I transformed into a pill popping, pharmacy hopping burnout experiencing extreme terror and panic attacks and calming myself down with booze until I got some better drugs, went through a brief withdrawal involving the wildest dreams I have ever had (way too powerful and uncomfortable), and got a grip on myself. Never again. It sends shivers down my spine thinking back to those dark, miserable times.
With repeated use that went away and it made me relatively normal for a couple of months, it was more of a knockout or drowsy type of disconnected feeling, I basically felt like I was being sedated or tranquillized like an animal - that's what they call "getting used to it" - like my doctor wanted me to STFU and just pointlessly exist and wait out an imaginary recovery period when I was actually getting worse from the seroquel - until it became ineffectual and I transformed into a pill popping, pharmacy hopping burnout experiencing extreme terror and panic attacks and calming myself down with booze until I got some better drugs, went through a brief withdrawal involving the wildest dreams I have ever had (way too powerful and uncomfortable), and got a grip on myself. Never again. It sends shivers down my spine thinking back to those dark, miserable times.