I was everyday smoker for a while, then had some acid at an inappropriate time, at a dealers house, when i should have been at a mates birthday and/or studying to catchback up in accounting... cause i smoked all first term and hardly learned anything..
Heres a post i made earlier on in the "bad trips" thread, if you wanna read it...
Thought id hide it if you didn't =]
Anyway so i said i wasn't going to do drugs and that again cause i hated it, i hated not being able to make sense of everything and questioning everything way too much..
But then a week later decided to smoke, when i did i felt way high but i also felt anxious, and when i was sitting at my mates house playing the PS3 i was starting to not like it, and a big rush of something came over me, i think it was anxiety im not sure, but i didn't like it..
I was questioning what my mate was doing, wondering if he was fucking with me or not..
But didn't know if i felt bad because i knew i had to go home to my dads for dinner, and maybe thought i shouldn't had smoked..
So i decided to smoke again a week later, i said, if i trip out, im not smoking again!
So we have some billies and i start feeling okay, then i question everthing again..
Wonder why we are watching the movies... What the fuck is predator about, it does not make any sense?
Then i started shivering, i didn't know if i was cold of if if i was tripping out..
So i go lay down in my mates bed without saying anything to anyway cause they could think i was tripping out..
I was not enjoying the experience so i started focusing on my breathing and i stopped shivering for a bit, but then my mates realised where i had gone and started laughing and kicked me out of his bed..
So i was back in the lounge room freezing again..
Not knowing what to do.. so i ate some shit, and smoked some more bongs so i could go to sleep and end it..
By now ace ventura was on so it was something i could laugh at, not half be freaked out by..
But then i couldn't tell if my mates were laughing at me, or with me at the movie..
Am i tripping out, is there a possible reason for this?
Or is it one massive guilt trip because i knew i had exams coming up..
(which i studied for and went very well)
My friend has had some anxiety problems and he said this on MSN:
But i'm only really anxious n trippin out when i smoke..
Not when i'm straight..
Any ideas? Thanks for reading =]
Heres a post i made earlier on in the "bad trips" thread, if you wanna read it...
Thought id hide it if you didn't =]
NSFW:
Had a awesome first trip at xQlusive (hardstyle rave)
Then tripped again the day after, was loving it, best drug ever!
Shit went everywhere, did everything, really trippin out..
First time experiencing egoless-ness =p
Then had some acid after The Sound of Q-Dance at 6am in the morning, after/while coming down off some hectic pills that fucked me up so much i was having a terrible time at the best rave ever!
I was with my best mates and they were tripping for the first time, then it started to go bad, i realized that all we were talking about was hardcore, and how we loved beats, but then i didn't know why we did.. they continued to talk about the same thing over and over and over again for about 4+ hours.
I kept asking them "sooo when are you leaving?"
There wer like, err wahht?
I did not want to be around my friends, just wanted to goto sleep, over analyzed everything, nothing made sense, was not having fun anywhere, no matter where i went.
Said i would never do it again..
2 weeks later (few days ago) i think to myself, nah, was just bad timing.. I should try it again and ill have a great time..
About 30mins into the trip i start thinking fuck, nah, fuck this, i want to goto sleep.
Leave my dealer/half-friend (only really a friend because we both use drugs) without saying goodbye.. because i could not stand trying to communicate with them.. They were stuck in the "hahhahahahaha, what? why am i laughing?" loop and it was doing my head in.
So i catch a taxi back home..
Sneak in without waking mum.. goto my room, close my eyes.. then was just out in what i would call "void", there was nothing there, i couldn't not stand it..
So i wake mum up and tell her I'm having a bad trip and i really want to goto sleep but cant (1am)
So she drives me to the hospital where we wait in a room, there's a movie on the TV and it made no sense... communication, i did not fully understand.
Everything, i did not understand.
I did however think about the law of attraction and it did make some sense, but then i questioned the fuck out of it like everything else until my head exploded. not literally =p
I had a taste of 'psychosis', again, and it was fucked.
I did not understand anything, except for that i never wanted to do drugs again.
They did not give me anything because the doctor said she did not want me to develop a dependence on substances to fix my short term problems.
So i had to wait it out..
Anyway I'm sure you know what I'm talking about and have experienced it before..
It took me about 4 days to come back to reality, i think I'm here.. maybe.. =]
But the risk of that becoming a permanent thing is just one thing i don't want to take a chance on..
(bad post, but had to say something, i just want people to ease up on it because loosing touch with reality and the people around you is a scary thing, i think people should just quit while they are ahead... I've learned allot from it though.. but now its time to set some goals, move ahead and focus on something more positive!)
And the worst part about it was that the last 2 bad trips were only half tabs, hardly any hallucinations just massive head fucks.
Then tripped again the day after, was loving it, best drug ever!
Shit went everywhere, did everything, really trippin out..
First time experiencing egoless-ness =p
Then had some acid after The Sound of Q-Dance at 6am in the morning, after/while coming down off some hectic pills that fucked me up so much i was having a terrible time at the best rave ever!
I was with my best mates and they were tripping for the first time, then it started to go bad, i realized that all we were talking about was hardcore, and how we loved beats, but then i didn't know why we did.. they continued to talk about the same thing over and over and over again for about 4+ hours.
I kept asking them "sooo when are you leaving?"
There wer like, err wahht?
I did not want to be around my friends, just wanted to goto sleep, over analyzed everything, nothing made sense, was not having fun anywhere, no matter where i went.
Said i would never do it again..
2 weeks later (few days ago) i think to myself, nah, was just bad timing.. I should try it again and ill have a great time..
About 30mins into the trip i start thinking fuck, nah, fuck this, i want to goto sleep.
Leave my dealer/half-friend (only really a friend because we both use drugs) without saying goodbye.. because i could not stand trying to communicate with them.. They were stuck in the "hahhahahahaha, what? why am i laughing?" loop and it was doing my head in.
So i catch a taxi back home..
Sneak in without waking mum.. goto my room, close my eyes.. then was just out in what i would call "void", there was nothing there, i couldn't not stand it..
So i wake mum up and tell her I'm having a bad trip and i really want to goto sleep but cant (1am)
So she drives me to the hospital where we wait in a room, there's a movie on the TV and it made no sense... communication, i did not fully understand.
Everything, i did not understand.
I did however think about the law of attraction and it did make some sense, but then i questioned the fuck out of it like everything else until my head exploded. not literally =p
I had a taste of 'psychosis', again, and it was fucked.
I did not understand anything, except for that i never wanted to do drugs again.
They did not give me anything because the doctor said she did not want me to develop a dependence on substances to fix my short term problems.
So i had to wait it out..
Anyway I'm sure you know what I'm talking about and have experienced it before..
It took me about 4 days to come back to reality, i think I'm here.. maybe.. =]
But the risk of that becoming a permanent thing is just one thing i don't want to take a chance on..
(bad post, but had to say something, i just want people to ease up on it because loosing touch with reality and the people around you is a scary thing, i think people should just quit while they are ahead... I've learned allot from it though.. but now its time to set some goals, move ahead and focus on something more positive!)
And the worst part about it was that the last 2 bad trips were only half tabs, hardly any hallucinations just massive head fucks.
Anyway so i said i wasn't going to do drugs and that again cause i hated it, i hated not being able to make sense of everything and questioning everything way too much..
But then a week later decided to smoke, when i did i felt way high but i also felt anxious, and when i was sitting at my mates house playing the PS3 i was starting to not like it, and a big rush of something came over me, i think it was anxiety im not sure, but i didn't like it..
I was questioning what my mate was doing, wondering if he was fucking with me or not..
But didn't know if i felt bad because i knew i had to go home to my dads for dinner, and maybe thought i shouldn't had smoked..
So i decided to smoke again a week later, i said, if i trip out, im not smoking again!
So we have some billies and i start feeling okay, then i question everthing again..
Wonder why we are watching the movies... What the fuck is predator about, it does not make any sense?
Then i started shivering, i didn't know if i was cold of if if i was tripping out..
So i go lay down in my mates bed without saying anything to anyway cause they could think i was tripping out..
I was not enjoying the experience so i started focusing on my breathing and i stopped shivering for a bit, but then my mates realised where i had gone and started laughing and kicked me out of his bed..
So i was back in the lounge room freezing again..
Not knowing what to do.. so i ate some shit, and smoked some more bongs so i could go to sleep and end it..
By now ace ventura was on so it was something i could laugh at, not half be freaked out by..
But then i couldn't tell if my mates were laughing at me, or with me at the movie..
Am i tripping out, is there a possible reason for this?
Or is it one massive guilt trip because i knew i had exams coming up..
(which i studied for and went very well)
My friend has had some anxiety problems and he said this on MSN:
but the psychologist also said that if your coming off it from being a moderate/heavy user even one smoke can bring up alot of negative stuff
from smoking constantly to coming off it cold turkey not waiting very long and then having a one off smoke wouldn't be good
your body would still be in positive from smoking
she explained that your body is moving in a straight line when you smoke your body falls under its natural line to a lower state and then gets working on trying to get it back up there
then when you come off cause its trying to push you up you over shoot the natural line
and now your anxious
But i'm only really anxious n trippin out when i smoke..
Not when i'm straight..
Any ideas? Thanks for reading =]