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Worst Xanax Horror Story

Xanax make you stupid.ive passed out in traffic with a loaded shotgun on my lap in the heart of downtown.ended up running out gas and was too barred out to even push my car luckily some guys I was in jail with saw me and got me gas.
 
dtuck6595 said:
Dude bars make people hella reckless XD this dude I know was started acting like zombie like he didn't hear anything i said hit my car and tried to fight me before getting knocked out
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Seems people don't know their limit with bars and mix too much alcohol and become damn zombie idiots all night.. If anyone is doing bars and I'm not I'm out cause people need too much babysitting and get you into dumb shit.
I hate waking up the next day if I blacked out and being like "WTF did I do"? and if you had alot of money on you some or most of its gone and you cant remember shit.
 
Some bars about bars..

Snap up realize it still isn't last night
A 20 in ma pocket hey atleast I played the cash right
Stash half empty
Feelin sorta shitty
Bouta repeat the process with my nikka mitchhy
 
No Xanax stories, but my equivalent is a Klonopin story. Fuckin' barely remember this shit.

My friend always used to get high as fuck at his aunt's house. I was probably like 15 at the time, maybe 16. We were at his aunt's, and my friend was like, "Hey, have you ever taken Klonopin?" I hadn't at the time, so I mindlessly indulged, fully aware that a night of drinking was to ensue. We both took a K-pin, and got a bottle of vodka. Started drinking, memory is hazy. Then I remember sitting at his aunt's house, on the border of blacking out, totally fucked up. It's at this time that my friend hands me a Styrofoam cup full of whiskey. This was one of the first times I was getting fucked up with this dude, he was a relatively new friend at the time. I was like, "fuck it, I'ma show this guy how I do it" because I thought I was a badass. I chugged the whole cup, and that's the last thing I remember.
After that, I black out, the next thing I know I'm on all fours at my friend's house, projectile vomiting all over this dude's carpet. I look over and see he's passed out on his bed, I'm like "fuck dude I just puked all over your floor!" I roll his sleeping ass over to find that he puked all over himself and the bed he was sleeping in, too. I gave up and passed out.

At the time I probably weighed like 110 lbs. honestly. K-pins fuck me up.
 
Like others have said, too many to count. This is my worst one with specifically alprazolam being the catalyst for all of the bullshit. I was either 19-20 at this time, so I've made plenty of new stories in the time it's taken me to reach 24 ;).

Got dropped off at my house by a long-term girlfriend, we said goodnight and I told her I'd give her a call tomorrow, the usual. Now she knew at this point that I was a relentless, unrepentant drug addict and one of the pillars of the relationship was that I remain drug and alcohol free. She allowed my cannabis use to continue, although she hated that too, so, needless to say, it was a difficult relationship. Anyway, I had been talking to my buddy about getting a few 2mg bars as soon as I could shake my girl all day and the time had come.

I was on a budget so bought 5 bars for $XX (wanted opioids badly, but only oxycodone was around and my tolerance was too high to make it financially feasible). Made the deal successfully and retired to my bedroom for what I thought would be a quiet evening of 2mg-4mg of Xanax and Forrest Gump. The rest of the bars were "for later" I told myself. This was maybe 6:00pm that I took my first dose.

Fast-forward to the following morning. I woke up well-rested and feeling great the next morning around 10:00am, but after being up for 5 minutes I felt a sense of doom come over me; something had gotten fucked up last night, I just didn't yet know what. I ran over to my dresser and looked inside my shoe for the cellophane containing the other 3 bars... nothing. I felt something underneath my food in the dark room a few moments later, an empty cellophane. Fuck. I also noticed that the 300$ Ibanez acoustic my girl had gotten for me was nowhere to be found. Fuck, again.

After a few moments, I heard a pounding on the back door. "Who the hell could that be?" It was my dope dealer. Things were getting worse and worse. I had apparently called him up in the middle of the night asking for 3 grams of heroin, I would give him a check for the amount. How I managed to convinced him to take a check eludes me to this day, no smart dealer would ever go for that. Apparently, the bank had cashed a check for $300 even though I had no funds in the account, but not for the full amount. So my dealer is beating down my door looking for the $100 he was missing from the deal. "I don't have it" 4 words you never want to say to a scary drug dealer, but I managed to talk him down and he eventually left. I was now $200 in the hole at my bank, with the overdraft fees to match.

I had apparently sold the guitar to a separate drug dealer who took it off my hands for 1 (one) gram of cocaine that I never even got to enjoy as I was blacked the fuck out. My girlfriend and I were planning on seeing each other later that day, so the final punch to the gut was to be telling her that I sold the guitar that she bought me for cocaine to go with my heroin.

No problem, "I must have some dope left" I though, having spend a couple hundred, I didn't think I could have blown through over 2 grams in that one evening. Then I walked into the bathroom and witnessed the realest horror yet. On my white sink/countertop area in my bathroom lay a spoon/cotton/belt/syringe set-up. Around it, an area of caked brown heroin as though a dope-grenade had gone off. It had mixed in nicely with the dried toothpaste and mouthwash that already coated parts of the sink. It was unsalvageable. I had probably done one small shot and ruined the rest in the process, being all fucked up.

In the end, I couldn't even kill my pain/worry to deal with what I had done. I had to face the situation head-on and it sucked. I didn't fuck with benzodiazepines of any kind for over a year after this happened. It was the first time that I saw how truly and singularly destructive a drug can be, in my own life at least. The girl and I stayed together for a few months after that and in retrospect it was another sin letting the relationship continue, as my drug use was nothing short of abusive to her. I've grown a little bit since, but still make mistakes from time to time.

Be careful everybody.
 
Some kid I knew in highschool took 4 bars and ended up getting ran over in the street, right after school. Pretty crazy stuff.


It's easy to get yourself killed in a black-out.
 
Stole balls of yayo from dealer I kicked it w and cooked it into hard w my homie and convinced the dealer (passed out on mad xans) that his mom found it and flushed it in the early morning. He believed it and had a panic attack.

Stolen mad cash from my parents... Taken out cars in the middle of the night to score heroin and cocaine completely barred the fuck out and swerving all over the hood clueless and reckless in brand new cars.

Spilled perfectly good speedballs because I was too barred out.

Dropped money, wallets, crashed cars... Some awful things have happened to me on bars. Although, I still do em' on em' right now

Of course, missed mad shots due to lack of coordination.
 
Just recently my friend took two bars while driving, blacked out, took his other 3, crashed into a ditch IN FRONT of the local police station, then proceeded to try to get out of it which ended up in him spewing mud everywhere and being a nuisance on one of the busiest roads in my town.

I had to bail him out of jail with my lady friend and another friend of mine (we were all stoned) and he had not even realized he was in trouble until late next day. The cop was hilarious, he said he watched him fall off the bench in the cell and politely asked him what the fuck was wrong with him. He also said, "on the bright side, he has no clue what's going on".
 
This is actually a good post. I had tickets to a Tool concert. On the way to the show , I smoked a bowl of pretty good weed and proceeded to eat 9/1mg Xanax footballs (9mg). By the time the show started, I stood completely still like a statue, while everyone around me danced.
My friend who I was with laughed her ass off at me because I didn't move a muscle the entire show. I know I didn't pass out or black out, because the show was really fucking loud.
 
9mg alprazolam!! I see your Tool concert and raise you a KISS concert in Boston. 2mg lorazepam, ~1/5 of Smirnoff and ~20mg oxycodone. I was so fucked up security booted my friend and I.

The only way I avoided a disorderly/public intox charge was by my friend claiming I was severely autistic and the pyrotechnics made me lose my cool (autism isn't funny to me, my buddy was desperate and blurted that out).

My friend had to babysit me for 3-4 hours as I was approaching the danger zone with my level of intoxication. I ruined the concert for him, but we remain best friends cause he's a good dude.
 
I agree I only do them on occasion now... Makes them more enjoyable. Their just way over priced in my area cause the DEA crackdown they did a few years back with freezing accounts of people that had numerous scripts from different doctors and the medical field cautious on prescribing them like they did.
Not worth the hassle.
 
Took a trip to Panama City Beach and all I remember is meeting some ppl who also gave us some meth. To me it's a horror story because I'm surprised I didnt wind up in jail or dead and can't remember anything else from the trip--not even where i stayed.
 
This is a story of two nights I was on Xanax. The first night i had 5 of the green bars (pretty sure they're 2mg each) and I split them evenly with a friend. We also each had one 12oz modelo (beer). We record music and the only things I remember is sitting at my computer watching him snort Xanax for the first time and then I remember us both saying we want some beer so we go to where I work and ask this Mexican guy I know to get us a 6 pack when he gets off at 11. He did. But I remember someone in my workplace asking me if I was high and I said no. I think it was the owner but idk no one has said anything to me about it. Next thing I remember him saying turn on this song "hardly" by future. It took me like 10 minutes to do this because I went ahead and did the rest of my bars and then I found it and turned it on and he was no longer in the room. I went out to the living room and he was snoring on the couch (as I anticipated) and so I woke him up and he went to sleep in my room. Next thing I know I wake up and there's a sandwich and a bag of pizza rolls missing from my fridge/freezer and I had also fully recorded and mix and mastered two songs. He took a video of the freezer opening and he goes "oh my god" in amazement and I lost it hahaha and the he opens the fridge and says that sandwich look A1 and I said get that sandwich den and now I know what happened that night. The second night I remember absolutely nothing as I took another 5 of the green bars to myself and walked to the grocery store (20 minute walk normally). I remember my mom giving me a sudofed because my nose was "stuffy" and when I got to the grocery store I threw up in the parking lot which I think was caused by the sudo. I remember asking the guy inside if I could charge my phone. And nothing after that. I wake up to find out that from the store I bought and nos energy drink and two 8 pack Oreos. Also I broke up with my girlfriend, and started talking to my ex which isn't bad cuz I've been wanting break up with this girl for a while so thank you Xanax. My friend tells me at some point on the night we had together or the morning after he fucked up his side view mirror and lost his favorite hat. I have yet to have a Xanax "horror story" (knock on wood) but if one comes up in the near future I'll be sure to put it on here. I felt a little comical story should've been shared lol. Also from the six pack of beer, there is one bottle still unaccounted for. Not sure what happened to it.
 
Sorry for this

I'm sorry to bring this up on here but I'm new to bluelight, still a "green lighter" and I think that's the reason I can't start new threads. Otherwise I just don't know how to start a new one but Xanax vs. Alorazolam. I know the difference but I did Xanax not too long ago and was very affected by it. Then I did it again and was a smaller amount and was still very affected by it which rules tolerance out of my next predicament. Very recently I did alprazolam. And nothing happened at all. I mean it's essentially the same thing but why does alprazolam have absolutely no effect besides hurting my stomach a little bit.
 
Easily my worst one

Getting fucked up on Xanax bars and "waking up" 5 hours drive from home sitting in my car on the side of the road. A half drunk bottle of vodka sat in the drink holder and I had several hours of call history on my phone. I also found a video on my phone I had taken a few hours beforewhand, of me speeding along at 140 miles an hour down a straight stretch listening to bruce springsteen on full blast. Turns out I had blacked out and decided to visit my cousin who lives 6 hours away. Brought the bottle of vodka in my hometown (bank records) and must have hit the road. The call history was me talking to my cousin and telling him I was coming to visit, as well as calling my mother and telling her that I was on Xanax. She didint realize I was driving though lol. I calculated that although I was five hours away from home, only 4 hours had passed since taking the xanax, meaning that I must have been dong some serious speeding. A few xanax bars were also scattered all over the seat next to me, and only 5 were left out of the 20 in my stash. I think I must have just been cruising along the whole time at 90-100 miles an hour, popping bars like candy and chugging vodka. I realised I had pulled over to look at a rock formation next to the road, that I always stop and look at when I am sober.

Never been so paranoid in my life as I drove back with a massive vodka hangover, pulling over every 40 minutes to puke up bile. What if I hit and killed someone? WHat if a speed camera clocked me speeding and drinking+popping xanax? Luckily nothing came of it, I live in australia, so the roads I was on are extremely remote and have almost no cars on them. Only posting this becasue the statute of limitaitons for reckless driving has now expired. Thats the danger with xanax/benzos, and the rweason I gave them up. I had promised my self that I would NEVER drink and drive or drive on drugs. Yet the second you start blacking out, all of that goes out the window. IT was as though some invisible entity was contrilling my body. I've sworn of fucking xanax/clonazepam FOREVER now. I could very easily have never woken up from that blackout and become just another hoighway statistic, probably taking someone elses life with me as well.
 
I generally use benzos to get to sleep after amphetamines as well as for actual anxiety attacks.

Once I was partying, used xanax to get to sleep (I think xanax? could have been another benzo, I don't remember). Anyway I was using H recreationally at the time and didn't realize I was not benzo'd when I woke up. My partner and I DROVE to a friend's house after smoking H. We arrived and I was soooo out of it, I went to her bedroom to lie down, demanded that I get a bear (I sleep with bears, yeah, weird, but go with it) so I borrowed her son's bear and just slept in her bed. My partner passed out shortly after in the living room when he was talking to our friend and her son. In the morning (she's had a ton of experiences with benzos and H), she's like, you guys can't do that shit again. I was sooooo scared, I could have died for sure. I didn't do a TON of either. And I was obviously coming off of benzos. But still.

Uhhh during my slight addiction to etizolam, I would be awake the whole weekend, I'd sleep on Sunday night, go to work Monday morning. My manager actually pulled me aside and said, are you dong okay, you seem to be really off on Monday mornings. She knows I party. But there was about six months where I was seriously messed up on Mondays. I got people pretty angry at me at work and that is NOT me. Anyway, it was effecting my job, so I stopped that pretty shortly after.

I went to a store once on some kind of benzo. I was browsing through some clothes. I was obviously not being careful and super neat. Anyway there was some crazy lady who started YELLING at me for not putting the clothes back (yes I was being sloppy but still.... no need for her to start yelling). I started leaving the store and she kept yelling at me from the top level. I FREAKED out on her and the cashier. Yelled at them, what was their problem, I was just browsing clothes and not messing anything up, why is this person yelling at me. Ummm. I'm banned from that place.

One weekend we didn't have benzos measured out properly and had it in liquid form and just squirted it in our mouths whenever we felt like it. Never again.

I actually enjoy moderate use of benzos + alcohol. It makes me giggly and fun LOL.

I hated how I acted on benzos. I still use them occasionally but I don't go on benders with them anymore. I know my limits much better.
I have still "blacked out" recently but I don't do "crazy" things or anything. I mostly just clean (???) and then of course can't find whatever I have cleaned.
 
Xanax destroyed my life. I was in some stressful situations at home and work but when I look back at those now I almost want to laugh. I was prescribed an increasingly high dose (along with generic Wellbutrin) by my primary care doc about 3 years ago. The regular daily dose ended up being 10mg/daily at its highest and due to the short half life of Xanax I would end up taking more and more. I also was on 3mg Klonopin daily. I started drinking more than normal and had no inhibitions or fear. At several points I lost count of how much benzodiazepines I had consumed during the course of a day. Easily 30-40mg and higher. There are large chunks of my life that are lost to blackouts. I went through 4 severe seizures after trying to taper or simply running out of the meds too soon. I lost my inspiration for almost everything after the initial wonderful feeling of the Xanax went away. (And that does NOT take long) I got into a horrible situation with a former friend and ended up being stalked for months. I lost my reasonably well-paying job and am now struggling horribly financially. I almost lost my marriage. I have worse anxiety than ever despite the fact that I've been on a Valium taper for about 6 months and am now at 30mg/daily on that which I still have constant problems sticking with. Long story short, if I could do it over I would NOT have taken it. I've been through withdrawal from everything from opiates to cocaine and nothing is worse than the horrible dissociation and destruction of Xanax withdrawal. That's my confession. I am still in hell. Just some info for anyone out there who thinks that Xanax might be the answer to their stress/anxiety. Short answer: sure, temporarily, for a few months. Long answer: you will end up wishing you were dead.
 
Definitely ended up waking up next to some unattractive women. I ended up fighting my good friend that was acting in my best interest that was trying to keep me from sleeping with this one extremely unnattractive girl...I was also his ride, so my leaving with her (she drove) left him with my car without the keys. I forgot where I left my car, and I woke up across town in this girls house and had to Golgo 13 my way out of there.
 
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