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Your scary meth/stimulant stories?

Cinz

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Share your scariest stories of doing meth/stimulants and stories of meth psychosis. I had really bad experiences once I started getting panic attacks on them. I went to the ER like 5 times in a year. Meth is the worst drug in the world. Thats why its not even a schedule 1 drug, so many leave after the adverse affects begin.

I don't feel like typing much but when I did too much 4 months ago the last time I did meth, I had crazy nightmares and delusions, even slept in my parents bedrooms because I was so delusional and scared. It slowed my brain down for two weeks after that. Another time I did meth earlier this year I ended up in the ER with high BP, high HR(monitor would constantly beep), high temperature, pissed myself because scared to stand up to pee in the container, nurses traeted me like shit etc. Hours later in the morning the doctors told me I have rhabdomyolysis. Once I was admitted upstairs I started feeling more peaceful. I was given benzos etc.

I will never do meth or any other stimulant (to abuse) again. Sometimes people have to hit rock bottom, and these horrible experiences were my rock bottom.
 
Taking high qaulity dabs after being spun out and up for 2 days also after just smoking more ice like an hour before with your schizophrenic cousin.

Smoked atleast a half gram of good ass ice to myself
 
Taking high qaulity dabs after being spun out and up for 2 days also after just smoking more ice like an hour before with your schizophrenic cousin.

Smoked atleast a half gram of good ass ice to myself

what was that like?
 
I've never used meth, oddly enough when I was into drugs it was not easily found in the area I grew up in. I knew people who thought that they were getting meth but they just got amphetamine sulphate as they said that it was pretty much just like Adderall or Dexedrine and not an extremely powerful stimulant like actual meth is.

15mg of Adderall or Dexedrine would have me reading an entire 500 page textbook in a few hours for a history exam for a subject and class I did not really need to study for. I did not really get any euphoria and I was able to sleep that night despite taking it late in the day around 3PM. Sometimes I would fall asleep on the Dexedrine or Adderall in class if it was very early or I was bored.
 
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I've has some pretty scary experiences on adderal. Thought there were cops setting up spotlights outside that kinda shit. Adderal psychosis sucks compared to meth psychosis. I've had some pretty intense things happen on meth but in retrospect they kinda made sense whereas adderall shit is nightmarish.
 
Once, I shacked up with this sexy yet supremelybadinfluence broad and smoked and shot a g a day whilst popping clonazolams like candy (bottle of 90 .7mg's was gone in a week, plus etiz). After a week of no sleep, limited nutrition, riding snowmobiles, shooting assault rifles in the boonies, and gawd know what else, I had crashed my car and was wandering the streets, hallucinating people selling me drugs, and trying to smoke bits of glass laying around. Managed to fix my car and check into the mudafuckin mariott to crash for 72 hours straight after though. Also, crossing the mexican border both ways multiple times whilst benzo'd to the max with speed and many border town debaucheries I won't even get into. 1/10 would not recommend.
 
Around this time last year I was running around L.A out of my fucking mind in Psychosis. At first I thought the Mexican cartel was after me. After talking to a tranny for a bit outside of Universal Studios and her telling me stories about cannibals, it turned into cannibals were after me. I thought my family was being held hostage in NY and called the cops here many times to have them send police to the house. I also thought my friend was being held hostage and ended up sending a swat team and a helicopter to his house. I ended up along the 101 freeway in Cali to try and get help. Imagine a white boy standing along the crash barrier with no shirt on doing fucking hand signals for help. Cops had to stop all traffic and kindly escorted me off. They didn't even send me to a psych hospital, just told me not to go back up there, which only made me believe more that they were in on it and weren't going to help.

I went to bob hope airport at one point and wouldn't you know it within about 20 minutes of getting there a big fucking tour bus drives up and they were setting up a BBQ. A fucking cannibal BBQ is what i thought it was. I could of sworn i heard my uncle yell "You asshole!", as he was locked up in this container and I just kept walking because i couldn't help him.

The reason I thought my family was being held hostage was I was in a Jail cell in Arizona(stole my uncles car and fled there to get away from the cartel) and heard my mom say "You killed my cat!" So i thought they broke into my house in NY and killed my families cat and recorded it then played it back to me in the cell. Fucking cops were a bunch of dicks and knew i was in psychosis so they were fucking with me so I'm sure one of them said it and it just sounded like my mother. I was in the cell screaming to take me to a hospital but they wouldn't. Luckily they didn't find the lighter in my pocket, so i burnt some toilet paper and set off the fire alarm which eventually made the fire department come. Though not before they had me in a restraint chair saying how they're gonna fucking scalp me while revving an angle grinder behind me. Yes this really happened.

While running around L.A i believed any food people/hospital/whatever were given me was actually people so i refused to eat. Also believed all fluids had people in them. I stole a bottle of coke from a store and it was when they had the "Share a coke with your friends" labels, and thought it had my friends inside it. I believed anybody who I made eye contact with would be killed by Cannibals/Cartel/Police, so i avoided even looking at people, nevermind letting anyone help me since I didn't want them to suffer because of me.

There's so much more that I just can't remember or put into words but it was fucking traumatizing. Also there are so many people who are just sadistic fucks who like to torture people having mental breaks even more. Such as the EMT's in one hospital ride who put a fucking BB gun up my nuts acting like they were gonna pull the trigger. Pulling over before we get to the hospital to continue psychological torture about how they're gonna fucking hurt me. Bunch of mother fuckers
 
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1.The come down from meth was so hellish that I injected heroin in my vein for the first time in life just to get through the come down -i almost died...... I 2.spent the entire year 2014 without ever leaving my house..... Like every. Every day was hell but I would keep torturing myself....
3.of all times I was stopped by police, I was high... on.... none other than meth....

Here comes the WORST: I WAS ALMOST AMPUTATED BELOW THE KNEE!!!!!!
4.I exercises so hard all the muscles on my foot died....these days I still suffer... Just limp or use leg brace
 
I was held hostage by a gang in Mexico that I didn't believe were real at first but as I was coming down I realized they were real, ran at the first chance I had as fast as I could, banged on someone's window to call the police, crossed the border and went to the ER where they thought I was a lunatic, ended up meeting someone else in the shelter weeks later who had the same thing happen to her and as I was sober that confirmed for me it was really real. I've got plenty more stories but sitting for hours with laser sights on me was the worst.
 
Id been up for a few days doing goofballs of really high grade shit. You know, not eating, staying dehydrated--just not taking care of myself. Anyway, I apparently did too much and woke up in an ambulance. I had overdosed on bth and meth on a golf course and was found not breathing and had to be narcaned twice. I felt as though I were in a dream. My psychosis was so bad that I was conviced the emt was trying to kill me, so I grabbed for the pen in his pocket ready to stab him with it so that I could make my escape from the ambulance.

Being narcaned negated all of the effects of the heroin, so the absurd amount of meth that was in my system really fucked me up.

When we got to the er, I thought they were going to kill me, and had to plead with them to not purposefuly drop me out of the back of the ambulance. When they wheeled me inside i imagined that my dad was there, having flown out from Indiana (i live in so-cal) to see me at the hospital (he didnt). I thought the doctor was trying to give me poison instead of medicine, and I thought there was a whole plot that the nurses and doctors wanted me dead.

In the meantime, my heart rate was above 200, my temp was above 105 degrees, and they kept telling me that if I didn't get ativan in me stat, my heart was going to stop. So they tried to put an iv in and the line came out of my vein as she was adminstering the first dose, so they had to redo the iv. The whole time I think I'm going to die. I mean I was bawling since I got to the hospital. Anyway, they gave me a shot of ativan. It wasn't working. So they ended up giving me three more shots. I really didnt think id make it. And I'd never had a psychosis before. Like I've seen shit that wasn't there before, Like the shadow people, but being convinced that the shit I'm seeing is real was a whole different beast. I never want to have that happen again.
 
I had been up tweaking way too long, sitting on the couch letting my GF massage my back to relax me, we saw a little mouse dash across the floor.. They don't scare me, I just fucking hate them, nasty disease carrying shits, anyway. Welcome to full blown paranoia, next stop " loosing your friggin shit." I couldn't stop looking for mice, I could see there tail marks in the carpet, I was looking everywhere like a mad man. Thank god for my GF, she talked me into the car and drove me around till I finally crashed, that's love you guys, I wanted to burn my fucking house down, I hate those little bastards lol
 
kept looking out the peephole for hours thinking there were cops with dogs outside about to bust the door down. flushed everything I had at the time which was a variety of things
 
Once, I shacked up with this sexy yet supremelybadinfluence broad and smoked and shot a g a day whilst popping clonazolams like candy (bottle of 90 .7mg's was gone in a week, plus etiz). After a week of no sleep, limited nutrition, riding snowmobiles, shooting assault rifles in the boonies, and gawd know what else, I had crashed my car and was wandering the streets, hallucinating people selling me drugs, and trying to smoke bits of glass laying around. Managed to fix my car and check into the mudafuckin mariott to crash for 72 hours straight after though. Also, crossing the mexican border both ways multiple times whilst benzo'd to the max with speed and many border town debaucheries I won't even get into. 1/10 would not recommend.

1st part about women, drugs, and guns sounds like a 10/10 lol. I wanna party like that just once (probably way more than once).
 
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