Well, I didn’t have an addiction. I was a first time user.
BUT I did a lot of other drugs before so I assumed this couldn’t be that bad.
My friend went into the store to buy some spice; he came out with one hitter and the synthetic.
I took tertiary big hits, and I was done.
Everything was slowing down, but my heart was speeding up.
I felt like I was about to die because I couldn’t move my body.
I was sitting in the back seat of a Camaro (imagine the space I had in there) the same thing kept repeating.
It was Felicity and Clayton turning back to me saying “Dude! Are you okay?” And “you’re tripping bro!!” Over.. And over.. And over..
I couldn’t figure out what was going on.
The first few times that repeated I lost the complete thoughts.
I didn’t know what a human was.
Everything felt so fake! Finally, after the 10th time, I realized what a human have, I convinced myself that I was only 16 years old, and I died in a car accident because we were all on drugs and that I was in hell.
That hell was a place of the most annoying things.
Not being able to see ahead of you or if you tried your body felt like it was on fire.
The way people talked was like reparative “where-where-where is-is-is Bryce-Bryce-Bryce” (my bf from 16).
I was screaming and wanted to get out of the car but I couldn’t.
Everything was just so scary.
The worst part is, it made believe I had been there before.
It forced me to believe I belonged there, and that life is a lie.
Now I don’t know where I stand with my faith.
Now I’m in constant misery being scared that I’m going to die and that I’m going to be nothing, or that I’m going to be in hell for the rest of eternity.
I went through a depression then I went to EDC a month later.
I decided to take some ecstasy(I’ve done it before). I had the SAME bad trip; I could have sworn I was dying. I ended up in medic.
Now till this day, after seven months.
My bad trips reoccur randomly.
I stopped doing drugs. And I still have bad trips.
I’ll trip in my sleep. I’ll trip when I first wake up.
I’ll trip while watching a movie.
I’m so scared for it to happen one day while I’m driving.
Moral of the story: don’t try drugs thinking “I do drug all the time, this is nothing.”
I’ve been doing things since I was fifteen years old. It took three years for something to wake me up. And also now I go to a psychiatrist.