The first drug I really considered doing was mdma because I read it could help with social anxiety, so I went on a search for that and for about a year and a half I couldn't get legit mdma. During that time I strayed and experimented with the majority of hard drugs excluding meth and crack, but I was on the search for meth and almost tried crack. By this time I was having too much of a good time with opiates, I was stealing my moms money and selling anything I could just so I could feel normal during the day, sometimes doing 120mg of oc a day when I could come up with the money.
During that time my girlfriend convinced me to try acid but up to this point I was just on a mission to cure my social anxiety and just did it just for her not knowing what to expect. I just thought of psychedelics as they were described to me by the people around here "you see shit". So I took the tab and went on a journey through hell and that was probably the scariest thing that's ever happened to me and I never understood why it happened until now. I believe it was me not being able to come to terms with myself and what I was doing to feed my addiction, along with hurting my girlfriend and everyone around me.
By the end of that trip I was convinced everyone was in on a plan to get me trapped in the "acid world" and the Leary and Hofmann spread this to recruit an acid army. I believed that my life was going to completely reset and I would forget everything. I even thought my mom was going to come down stairs and say "your with us now" because thats the phrase that set me off, because I was on my way home when everyone in the car started saying "you finally got it, you popped your L cherry, your with us now". The thing was that I couldnt speak because that whole night I felt like I was mute and stuck in my head and couldn't communicate with anyone. Then I woke up after the night of being stuck in a continuous loop of hell and I still felt like I was having a trick played on me and this lasted until 20 hours after dropping the acid and I had thoughts of committing suicide if it didn't end within a few days and praying that this was all a dream and I would wake up at my friends house where I was in time 12 hours earlier.
This basically scarred me and I decided that oc was going to be all I did. This soon became a problem and my girlfriend stepped in. She told her mom which later called my mom right when I was using methadone to help myself to stop. So that did it, I finally stopped but I still had cravings and confessed everything to my mom about stealing and doing hard drugs.
Then my good friends dealer got acid and everyone was starting to trip again. On the day before my 18th birthday there was a party at my friends house for 4/20 and they were going to trip so I said might as well face my fear and do it. That day saved my life and gave me hope. It wasn't a strong trip, I took a benzo because it felt like I was going to have a bad trip again. So later that week my friend and I planned to trip again. This time I started off with one hit instead of one and a half like last time. It wasn't really anything except visuals and no mind expansion, I was still trying to act like other people and I was bored. So I took a quick one hour power nap after that trip and decided to drop two more. That's when it hit me, my first real feeling of being confident and feeling like the person Ive wanted to be my whole life, my true self. Came to some false realizations on this one coming up with crazy theories that the next day I decided weren't true, like me being able to let go of my love for my girlfriend.
So the day after that trip my girlfriend never came to see me when I realized how much I needed her so I didn't think she cared for me and didn't want anything to do with me so I fell asleep for most the day. Later that day my friends woke me up and wanted to trip so we went out and I got three more hits and dropped. This was the final trip where everything changed. The day after I was a brand new person, I wasn't afraid of expressing myself, showing love, and not doing what I wanted because I was afraid of what people would think of me since I thought I was a lesser human being than everyone else my whole life. I realized that I need to take care of my body and my cravings for hard drugs were gone because I saw what it did to me, how it hurt my friends and family, and especially my girlfriend. Now I believe anything addictive or harmful to your body is a waste. Even alcohol isn't worth anything to me because it now makes me feel like it just slows my mind down, which makes me feel paranoid.
Now I'm living healthy and trip once in a while when I need to clear things up or when people ask to be guided through. My life was saved my three day psychedelic experience and by a girl who truly cared for me. Now I go around "preaching" and giving hour long speeches to anyone who will listen about how psychedelics aren't harmful and how they can help if you use them correctly, because they truly helped me with my social anxiety and the issues I grew up with. The funny thing is everyone listens and agrees, even convinced my mom to say she would try lsd. Overall Im glad to have gotten all this out of the way when I was this young so when I actually have something to lose later in life I'll know where I've been and what I've overcome.