Not sure if this belongs here so move it the most neccesary place if it isnt. Ive expierenced sleep deprivation before but recently was the most intense and a very scary expierence, i ran out of gbl on a meph comedown sat night and went into slight wd's on the comedown, i hadnt slept since friday night properly and it was now tuesday morning and it was aweful, I hadnt had my valium scirpt in 4-5 days so they were starting to kick in aswell so made the situation worse and was desperately hoping on the xanax in the post that was coming to put an end to it.
I was sitting in my front room, everything just shadows moving, my parents/sister were getting ready for work/school and there voices sounded like echoes, everything was leaving tracers and the walls just looked like they were slightly bubbling/everything looked shiny, accompianed by extreme anxiety and fear from my wd's starting to kick in it wasnt a pleasent expierence, i got some money together to try and go and buy a small 20cl bottle of vodka to last me til the post (a 3/4 hour wait, which at the time i was thinking i was dying was the worst wait of my life.) The previous day and night i had been drinking alcohol to try and ease wd's and get some sleep (not get trashed just enough to feel some slight sanity. i stepped outside to go to the shop and it was a darkish day but eveerything was bright, like the contrast turned way up on the tv sort of thing, looking at the ground as i was walking i could hardly keep my coordiation and seeing lots of colours/lines just appearing all other the floors, every sound sounded like a voice i got the shop and it was shut (well a sign saying back in half hour) i had to get home as i was going further into insanity and couldnt take being outside, walking back, lamposts, trees, everything just looked like people standing there, then on the way back i saw my postman, who recognised me and said ive got a special delivery for you, i may aswell give it to you here, WHAT A FUCKING RELEIF, i couldnt even talk properly and signing for it was ust scribble as my tremors were so bad, god knows what he thought of me after that.
At home a 1mg xanax under the tounge straight away, within 5 mins the visuals and anxiety slowly went away, i had another half and mananged to get maybe 4-6 hours sleep, woke up feeling soo much better even though it was little sleep, now its night and ive still got the slight visual weirdness but nothing on earlier, have a nice bottle of pear cider here im going to have then pop half a xanax which should hopefully help me catch up on the days and days of lost sleep.
Was a really scary expierence, it was like being in another world (psych style) but in a dark way. Anyone else have any good stories of it, as its quite interesting to me although something i hope i never have to go through again.
cheers
I was sitting in my front room, everything just shadows moving, my parents/sister were getting ready for work/school and there voices sounded like echoes, everything was leaving tracers and the walls just looked like they were slightly bubbling/everything looked shiny, accompianed by extreme anxiety and fear from my wd's starting to kick in it wasnt a pleasent expierence, i got some money together to try and go and buy a small 20cl bottle of vodka to last me til the post (a 3/4 hour wait, which at the time i was thinking i was dying was the worst wait of my life.) The previous day and night i had been drinking alcohol to try and ease wd's and get some sleep (not get trashed just enough to feel some slight sanity. i stepped outside to go to the shop and it was a darkish day but eveerything was bright, like the contrast turned way up on the tv sort of thing, looking at the ground as i was walking i could hardly keep my coordiation and seeing lots of colours/lines just appearing all other the floors, every sound sounded like a voice i got the shop and it was shut (well a sign saying back in half hour) i had to get home as i was going further into insanity and couldnt take being outside, walking back, lamposts, trees, everything just looked like people standing there, then on the way back i saw my postman, who recognised me and said ive got a special delivery for you, i may aswell give it to you here, WHAT A FUCKING RELEIF, i couldnt even talk properly and signing for it was ust scribble as my tremors were so bad, god knows what he thought of me after that.
At home a 1mg xanax under the tounge straight away, within 5 mins the visuals and anxiety slowly went away, i had another half and mananged to get maybe 4-6 hours sleep, woke up feeling soo much better even though it was little sleep, now its night and ive still got the slight visual weirdness but nothing on earlier, have a nice bottle of pear cider here im going to have then pop half a xanax which should hopefully help me catch up on the days and days of lost sleep.
Was a really scary expierence, it was like being in another world (psych style) but in a dark way. Anyone else have any good stories of it, as its quite interesting to me although something i hope i never have to go through again.
cheers