what the fuck? Damn tweakers.
what the fuck? Damn tweakers.
^That is the most absurd thing. All I have ever done is stay up late cleaning.
Well this is a bathsalt psychosis story but its definitley a worthy mention so im saying it anyway. After the 10th or so ~5 day binge with little rest periods in between I started "realizing" some weird shit. I thought that there were worm-like parasites that could disguise themselves as a strain of hair and pop up & out anywhere in your body. And I could swear they made up a huge chunk of my carpet...a fan was on pointed to the ground and it would make trash on the grown move at a very slow pace, I thought it was the parasites all working as one to move things to the right place so they could fully infect me and take over my brain. I put nearly small type thing in the room including ALL my clothes besides what I was wearing in trash bags and put them outside the house cuz i was ready to dump everything out as part of the process to "disinfect" my room. Thankfully a bud held on to it. I used to frantically wash my hands for HOURS on end trying to be one step ahead of the "parasites". It seemed like with every new binge I didnt less and less days to get to the psychotic point. A binge or is when I actually started seeing shit, before then I was all crazy thoughts and "realizatoins"....but my mind was SERIOUSLY fucking with me this time...At one point I remember googling a bunch of medical illnesses for atleast 12 hours straight, and at some point in there(I cant discribe it very well)but something happened that I thought computer virus files could be tranfered to REAL LIFE viruses...and as I was googling the medical illnesses even on like webMD and similar sites the discription of the desieases I was reading were titled "Parasites.exe" or like "heart falure.exe" ALL the real illnesses had a .exe extension. And I vividly remember reading a article on wiki on CDC that said that some sort of break through happened and a hacker or something figured out how to infect humans with .exe files. That was my rock bottom. I went to sleep and thankfully when I woke up everything was much better. It took my several years to completely recover from that in terms of getting my brain up back to how it was before it was all said and done. This was probably like 4 years ago and the drug was with MDPV. I know moderation seems like a joke with that drug but i can not stress enough how important that is. Drugs are bad m''kay? :P
Me and my friend were driving home and it had been a 6 day long binge with maybe 8 hours of sleep through the whole ordeal.
When driving home it looked like it was pouring rain and the trees were blowing like crazy.. on the freeway full carriages drawn by horses were flying out from the sides of the freeway... stop signs were wipping around wiggling like crazy... trees started appearing in the middle of the road then chasing my car or running in front of us with giant black tenticles as legs... I finally pulled over because there were giant bats the size of cars swooping down at the car... and into the windshield... ... finally I got up the courage to call a friend to pick us up. As he was driving when we hit fog it appeared to be pouring rain (It wasn't) and the trees looked like we were in a hurricane (it was not windy at all)... the mountains turned into giant monsters like you would see in a comic... fighting each other... the trees as well started turning into giant black demons and people were sprinting around dancing on the freeway... etc.... when I got home I looked up at the sky and appeared a giant demon with huge wings that looked like Diablo from diablo 3. And turned and started fighting with this mountain next to the part of the sky i was looking at.. it was like real life rampage the video game...
I sat down in front of my house and looked around... and the entire world around me looked like a warzone with monsters, bugs, people and even plants all going crazy. Even cars would turn into giant dogs and start fighting... i eventually could even hear the monsters ... I went into the house and laid down with the lights on (as lights seem to reduce the hallucinations) but then I could hear voices and music etc. I would lay down for a second.. close my eyes and immediately lose touch with reality and return to random childhood or even a few times adult hood memories and it felt like I was doing it again.. then I'd get a jabbing feeling somewhere and I'd wake up startled.. My friend said I'd close my eyes... fall asleep for like 2 seconds then jump out of sleep... then repeat.. over and over..
Moral of the story. Don't abuse meth and lose your mind. God knows how much damage I did to my fucking brain for it to have caused such insane hallucinations. My buddy abuses shit about as much as I do and he was tripping balls too but not as intense as me.. even at one point the entire street and houses would shift to the left really quick and when in my room the entire room started feeling like it was on the back of a truck driving around windy roads.. I literally even fell trying to stand up because I kept losing my balance.
The whipping trees would of been a cool visual but I know how scary meth psychosis is. I also had the childhood memory type thing going on too.
A good friend of mine we'll call Kevin somehow stole an ounce of meth, he'd been up smoking for days when a friend of ours, Joe goes to his house to buy some dope from him. I've since had both of them explain the story as to get all the details I could and here's what I've managed to piece together:
Joe was getting dope and when he showed up, Kevin was tweaking out, he was convinced that people were in his walls. He was paranoid, thinking it was the person he'd robbed. Joe hang out for a while and Kevin starting getting closer and closer to full blown psychosis. A bit of time went by and Kevin started talking about some black guy he got dope from living in the vents, he said he had been putting money through the cracks and the guy would slide a few stamp bags of dope to him throughout the day. Joe kept trying to explain how impossible that would be and after a bit of time going back and forth, Kevin apparently just put his head down saying "I'm just really fucking confused man, I don't know what's going on anymore, just leave me alone..."
Kevin had already had several head injuries and I think meth probably just made any problems he's had like short term memory loss even worse. He still doesn't like talking about it and hates when anyone asks if his vent still has any dope it can sell lol! This is no where near some of these stories involving guns and shit, wow, they're fucking insane but I figured this would still be a funny story to share.
Damn you guys need to go to rehab.
*We all know what's more hard to endure - the sheer reality shattering effect of a real, current amphetamine psychosis (but there are varying degrees really)*. You really do have to manage your dosing because a hard comedown can turn psychotic real fucking quick. It's not just a comedown, if you continue, it's the beginning of long-lasting psychosis without the anxiety of demons tearing at you (when it's long lasting). When you're having the episode at the current (when you're coming down though) you kinda trip the fuck out.
We all know drugs are bad but this forum is a good "Say no to drugs" ad campaign.
My hypothesis is that I have some form of ADHD (just high testosterone, really, who the fuck wants to sit down and do the same thing for a long time?) but due to my genetic vulnerability to compulsive relapsing behavior, I constantly redose and redose surpassing the recreational dosage by far. I can not for the life of me use a healthy dose to get my shit together and clean my fucking room!
I fucking love sitting down and actually getting shit done after the first wave is gone though, when you're less fucking euphoric, fuck sakes I got a lot done in an hour! BUT I DON'T FUCKING FEEL GOOD AT THIS DOSE WHEN I'M CLEANING/TYPING. Fuck Bluelight, I just learned half of C++ syntax in an hour!
But yeah, fuck sakes, the dehydration is pretty shitty. Inability to eat, dehydration, feeling burnt out/not as euphoric. Kinda can't even do the dishes right now without saying fuck everything. Meh. Maybe I really do have ADHD. Hmm.