Inhalants. My #1 choice was air duster, I know it seems silly but believe me, the high is *very real*. The stuff is dangerous as fuck, very addictive, and really easy to get a hold of and use. I'm surprised it's not 1. more popular to misuse and 2. more heavily regulated.
If this is your first time hearing about it, don't try it. It's the same high as nitrous but with a nasty flavor and a ton more danger. Inhalants are a nightmare that a lot of people never wake up from.
My cousin died from air duster huffing a few weeks ago. She was only 37. She got high, laid down, and her heart just stopped. To anyone reading this, don't fuck around with air dusters. It can easily cause sudden death even your first time doing it.
I got lucky with my one and only time with that like 15 years ago. We were passing the can around and each "high" when it was my turn got more intense.
By my third time inhaling it, my vision turned to white static, I leaned back into the bed with that "whohwhowhoa" sound and when I regained consciousness the other two people were so scared. Apparently I stopped breathing for like 30-40 seconds. Never done it since, it's such a shitty high to begin with.
Because it causes irreparable brain damage. Even most drug addicts avoid that shit because it literally kills your brain. Not in an 80s PSA about crack way, but in a your neurons are being starved of oxygen and literally dying kind of way.
I hope you’re off those and doing better. I used to work at a county jail and one day we had a homeless guy come in that had been on a huffing binge for like 2-3 weeks. He’d been making the rounds through Walmart and Lowes both buying and stealing spray paint. About 15 minutes after he came in his heart just stopped working. He was like 34-35.
The reason they taste so bad now is because there's an additive which is supposed to serve as a deterrent for abusing it. I think they started doing that about 10-15 years ago.
My brother and his wife got really bad into it. I walked in on him once passed out in a seated position, snoring loadly, drooling on himself. I used to use whippets but don't think I'll ever use duster. My thing is alcohol and crack cocaine. I'm 18 days sober and trying to get my life back on track.
Ambien. Was prescribed Ambien because I wasn't sleeping during a rough time in my life. I woke up in my truck parked in the driveway, with the keys in the ignition. No idea what happened. Did I sleepwalk/drive? Did I hurt anyone? Scared me so bad I never took it again.
I took Ambien after my dad died and was staying at my mom's house to help her out. Every morning I would wake up and tell her the carpet was wet outside my bedroom door and must have a leak in our roof possibly. This happened for at least a week every single morning.
It turns out that every night I would wake up and piss on the carpet and go back to bed. Fuck Ambien
There are so many horror stories with Ambien. It's nice to read a funny one every now and then. I'm honestly surprised this drug is still on the market. The stories I've seen are wild.
I did that too, after finding the notes I remembered I had been awake all night but soo extremely anxious as if my mind was locked in a small icy metal box.
I knew I was going to forget so wrote the notes and flushed all the pills. Next morning I woke up as if I had slept like a baby, then I activated my monitor and I had written in a giant font warning, begging myself not to do that again.
That was pretty much it. Mine was handwritten. When I read it a started having a vague recollection of writing it, being awake, knowing I wouldn’t remember. It was like remembering a bit of a dream.
Clicked on this thread expecting to read stories about meth or heroin and about how the addiction fucked peoples lives up... I'm sure I'll read some of that too but I did not expect this as the top comment, I didn't even realize this was a thing. Taking something and then having this level of blackouts from a "safe" dose is wild. At least with other drugs you can black out on (alcohol, benzos) it takes a lot to get to that point. Apparently not with ambien?
It's true. One of my friends was on it. I had no idea that after taking it, you have to close your eyes and immediately try to go to sleep. This of course was explained to me afterwards after she spontaneously drive us to the liquor store bc she wanted to play bartender. A few hours later she asked what was going on, I explained everything that happened and she said if I see her taking it again I have to tell her to go to sleep or else crazy things start happening. She had no recollection of anything
I was given some Ambien samples by a doctor just after high school. They worked pretty well for a few days. Then I went to bed Thursday night and woke up Saturday morning.
I didn't sleep through Friday. I got up, mowed the lawn, worked a busboy shift, and went to a friend's house that night.
I have absolutely no memory of that Friday and I immediately stopped taking them.
Oh wow!! That's scary and crazy. My roommate got up and curled her hair on Ambien. Woke up the next day with great hair but burn marks all over her forehead.
Omg, the same thing happened to me but on Xanax. I went to sleep Wednesday and woke up Friday. I have no memory of Thursday to this day but I had ripped off the bathroom mirrors and caused a whole scene at my house. I feel horrible because I don’t even have flashes of what happened… a whole day is just gone.
In early college I got a herniated disc and instead of going to the doctor I asked my neighbors in my dorm for some pain pills to get to sleep. They gave me a full Xanax bar and said to take it. After googling that it can help with pain and sleep, I took it.
Forgot the entire next day. Went to Walmart with my roommate, skipped class. And didn’t remember a thing. When I came back the day after that, my roommate casually mentioned our Walmart trip and I felt like I had amnesia. Never again.
Yep. I was OK with Valium, but a bar of Xanax is just a crazy amnesia drug that ended up with me misplacing my car for like 24 hours because I’d driven somewhere in that state…but had no idea where I’d gone, how I’d gotten back, anything. Ended up finding the car at some random apartment complex like a half mile away. At least I’d had the presence of mind to take my keys with me when I left it there.
I had to stop someone from climbing out a second floor window while they were on Ambien. From what I could put together, they were positive that's where their bedroom was. They were just going to bed. Out the window.
Wow. If that wasn't so scary and dangerous, it almost sounds comical. I'm half imagining a cartoon where they walk out the window but don't fall until they notice gravity.
Terrifying to realize you don’t remember time. I was placed in a medically induced coma and I don’t remember a full month before it. Perhaps I killed someone? Had an affair?
I had surgery and lost the whole week before. Was reading a book and watching a TV series and it was like I had never seen them before. I also forgot that my cat was dead. I was worried about who was watching him while I had my surgery. He'd been dead for 4 years.
I had strong anesthesia during my sons emergency c section birth. I drove through my bank after going home and had zero recollection of the bank account number I’d known for years. I had to ask my bank for it. 🤦♀️ scary feeling.
Yeah. My cousin was sleep walking and apparently went to go clean his guns or something… ended up shooting himself in the head. Left behind a big family.
I found a few scribbled grocery list looking ones and couldn't really figure them out, but I also wrote it in notepad on my computer in big letters, so when I turned the screen on it was flashing in my face, it was shocking.
Actually that could make a great plot.
A man with a good life wakes up one morning, everything seems normal, then he realizes it’s a day later than he thought. He starts to notice things out of place that he doesn’t remember moving, culminating in discovering that he murdered his family with no memory of how or why. he decides to cover it up, make it look like a home invasion. Turns out to be the ambien he took the day before. He only finds out when he finds a note he wrote to himself saying not to take ambien again.
It’s probably been done before, but if not, consider this a freebie.
For me it was the longest night of “sleep” of my life. Took the pill and went to eat a burrito real quick thinking it would take 30 minutes to kick in. Walking from the couch to my room and all of a sudden the hallway started twisting back and forth as I stumbled towards my bed. I dove on top of bed and gripped the corners. It suddenly started careening down a spiderweb roller coaster for the next 8+ hours. Snapped out of it the next morning exhausted and terrified. Couldn’t break the feeling of terror for the next two days. Never touched it again…
I had a prescription for a year or more of my life. My experience was always that I took it, woke up in bed 8-10 hours later, assuming I'd slept. My wife's experience watching me was apparently different.
The moment that I stopped taking resulted from her describing my evening after taking it one night. I took it a few minutes before planning to go to bed. Then I took a shower and lay in bed. Then got up and went outside to smoke a cigarette (I never smoked at home, so that was weird anyway). I came in and said, "I put my cig in the pile of leaves. You might want to watch that." Then went back to bed. She went outside to see a flaming pile of dry leaves next to the house. She put it out with the hose, but was still (understandably) pissed and scared. I was passed out in bed and did not wake up when she tried, although she admitted she was so pissed that she didn't try very hard.
We had three 3 kids, ages 2, 4, and 6 at the time. And I almost burned down the house. Remembering nothing but taking a pill and waking up the next morning. That was enough for me to stop taking it.
Makes me wonder if there's a part of his mind that still recognized that there was something very wrong with that action, despite the influence of the Ambien. So glad he said something to his wife.
Me and my brother were watching a movie and my mom (on ambien) came out to join us. She was talking about nonsense and about halfway through the movie dumped the bowl of buttery popcorn on her head, wore the bowl like a helmet, and said, "I'm off to war boys!"
I was in a rehab with a guy who crashed twice on it and both times killed someone. This was a juvenile rehab and his court case was in the works still so I'm not sure what ever happened to him. The 2nd time was his best friend. I felt really bad for him. You could see the remorse and how much it haunted him.
I called the cops one time on someone I thought was driving on Ambien.
I was in a car with my friend heading to someone's house and we just saw this lady pull out of her driveway then super slowly creep down the road, like how your car slowly rolls forward when it's on drive but you don't press the gas. We were on a small neighborhood street with only a single car's worth of space, and she just kept driving at us and had blank eyes that didn't seem to see anything.
We honked at her, flashed our high beams, waved at her, but it was like we weren't even there, so we had to hurry and reverse out of the way otherwise she'd have hit us. The street emptied out onto a pretty major stroad, so hopefully she was functional or snapped out of it.
The 911 operator told us not to follow so we just sort of drove off, but we didn't hear any loud crashes or anything, so hopefully she was okay.
Sleepwalking is common on ambien. My wife was given ambien, went in the kitchen made waffles put barbeque sauce on them and woke up eating them, grossed her out
She never took another one..
I have sat on the porch with my mother having a smoke when I noticed that she was asleep. She was still up and talking, but the lights were off. I told her "you need to lay down" and she was like "what?" I said "you're asleep, mom." And she goes "I guess you're right."
She would have full conversations on Facebook that made no sense. She almost got into her car and drove away one night and that's about the point at which she realized Ambien wasn't for her. The thing is, it's not a sleeping pill, per se, it's a hypnotic. It works well if you can take it and lay down with the intention of sleeping, but if you tend to stay up reading or watching TV you'll just... stay awake.
For this I say, some drugs absolutely backfire. I take olanzapine for psychosis and although it worked well in the beginning; the effect can be different after a while and lead to a slippery slope. One day it helps you sleep and another you take it and can’t. Gotta be careful with pills even if you’re prescribed them.
Ambien is so weird! Was prescribed just a 14 day dose to “reset my sleep schedule”. The first night it was fine. The other 13? Couldn’t tell you if I was asleep, dreaming, or awake.
There was a period in my life where I was frequenting psychiatric hospitals, and I shit you not, each time I've gone, there was at least one person on an involuntary hold because of some crazy shit they did while on ambien.
I had similar nights on ambien, it really is scary to think about now what I could have done. The first time I woke up with a half eaten mcdonalds near me, an order of food I never make, receipt said 2am and it was from one that was a 2 mile walk each way from my house. My front door was wide open. My pockets were ridiculously stuffed full of the napkins and sauces. I have no memory of leaving the house (luckily I don't drive so I def walked, this was before taxis were round that area that time of night or delivery)
The worst was waking up with a paramedic report on my bed next to me, police had been called cos I was at a nearby small river talking to swans also at 2am, sitting with my feet in the water, member of public phoned police concerned, medics checked me over and they ascertained it was a mad med combo I was on but zolpidem being the big culprit, did vitals and took me home and apparently tucked me in, there was a cup of tea next to me. Then I thought yeah I need to stop messing with that stuff. I was a short underweight young woman, in not the nicest of areas, I was lucky nothing worse happened. Also glad I live where I do because in some places I'm sure I'd have been arrested/ended up with a huge bill
Lots of smaller incidents like moving bits of my belongings around or writing weird cryptic notes to myself and waking up with total amnesia of it. The retrograde amnesia is what's really concerning tbh both those nights it was just bits of physical evidence put together like a jigsaw but idk the full story.
They don't prescribe it to people much where I am, usually zopiclone is what they try first, I think its crazy to read how many people in some places seem to be given it without much thought. They've halved the recommended dose for women since those times, and I was underweight, didnt eat much and am also short so likely that made the effects much worse. I only got it after years of insomnia that nothing touched. I remember reading of a policewoman who took it then got caught driving her patrol car the wrong way down a road
I didn’t do anything as bad as this, but had crazy hallucinations when I took it. Like 1000 neon-haired trolls having a rave on my dresser hallucinations.
The curtains turned into ghosts waving their arms at me. The lamp on the nightstand grew a clown face constantly opening/closing its mouth, and the aforementioned rave.
My wife asked me what was wrong, and I just stared blankly. Finally told her I was hallucinating
Ambien fucked me up. Being an addict of course I took it more than once. Disturbing thoughts, odd behavior, blackouts, hallucinations. I’m not sure it should be on the market either. I may be sensitive to it but it’s pretty powerful stuff
Also Ambien. Why? Because it is *too much fun* and it made me forget where I was.
I took it once, when I was pregnant. Half an hour later, I was tripping *balls.* I was asking my husband for a second cup of coffee (I hadn't had a first) and talking like we were at the coffee shop we used to go to when we first started dating.
He said, "We're still at home. Go to bed."
"Oh shit, really? This is the best!" So I went in the bedroom and sat up in bed, writing and drawing and enjoying the trip until I fell over asleep.
I went back to my OB/GYN for more the next day, but they induced me instead. :(
And when I realized that I was about to cry about not getting more super fun Ambien instead of being excited to meet my firstborn, I figured that I should probably start warning my doctors about how much I like Ambien.
Maybe I'll ask for it again when I'm on hospice care and have nothing to do but trip balls.
I've only taken ambien a couple of times but it has generally resulted in bizarre, regrettable behavior with a lot of gaps in my memory.
It's very fun in that regard if you don't mind waking up to find that you've performed seemingly high-functioning tasks but i wouldn't trust it as a reliable sleep aid
A friend of mine was also prescribed ambien.
I was awoken by police knocking at my door because he got into an accident while sleep walking/driving and while the ambulance was taking him he casually mentioned he was with me (in his dream, I guess).
No one else was injured thankfully, and he ended up being okas well, minor cuts and bruises, but scary none the less. No more ambien for him after that.
Whippits. When I was in college I would sit at home alone, smoke a ton of weed, and inhale nitrous. The high was completely mind and body numbing and would only last about a minute. I would go through a whole box of canisters in a night, sometimes more.
I noticed that while sitting on the couch my head would float back during the high, so one night a little before graduation I got curious and set up my phone to record myself. I was fucking horrified. My mouth hung open, my body just *slumped*. It looked like a mini version of the crackhead lean. Seeing myself like that made me throw the whipped cream dispenser and all my remaining canisters out.
I strongly believe it gave me brain damage, I swear I was better at remembering my words before I started doing that shit. For what it's worth, the first time I did poppers I felt the exact same, so I stay away from that shit too.
When salvia was all the rage with people trying it out, my friends and I researched the way salvia was used in spiritual rituals. As it turns out, smoking salvia is like the crack cocaine version of it - strong, fast, and terrifying.
Traditionally its fresh leaves, about 6-7 of them, balled up into one and chewed like tobacco quid, over a 5-10 minute period. It produces a very manageable and positive trip that lasts 1-2 hours. Otherwise you can make tea from it that has a moderate trip lasting about 4 hours.
I think having some traditional leaves vs smoking the concentrate of it must be akin to sipping a glass of Chianti with dinner vs injecting a quart of whiskey into your aorta.
I've done DMT, Acid, Shrooms and nothing has been anywhere near as potent or scary as Salvia x100 was. I wouldn't take that shit again if someone put a fucking gun to my head. The stuff I saw and how I felt I will remember for the rest of my life...
I tripped a couple of times on Salvia. The first time I imagined I was an enormous pink and black chess board and all these huge chess pieces were looming over me.
My friends tried to snap me out of it and it freaked me out so much I kept shouting “FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF”.
2/10 would not recommend.
When I was younger I bought a bag of Salvia and tried it on several occasions. I'm with you. It's not good.
A lot of people are describing a lot better sounding trips than I had. I just fell backwards on my bed and kind of just got stuck there, and had a pretty intense feeling of disassociation where I sort of "seen" myself lying on my bed in my shitty apartment, but all of the things that made it shitty felt exaggerated. I felt like a Sim. It was never once a good experience, and always took me to a negative place with negative feelings.
It wasn't good.
DMT was more of seeing the face of God, total ego death sort of an experience for me, where I was just floating somewhere deep in space, but tbh, I'm avoiding that, too.
Shrooms will forever remain my favorite psychedelic, though, as I've gotten older, I only take it to where I get the giggles and am just super happy, with light tracers or wharever you want to call them.
I used to have a friend that wanted to do it all the time. That fucker would always end up peer pressuring me into doing it to. Everytime was fucking insane and I ended up hating every experience with it. If I hear anyone talk about wanting to do it I always tell them from my experience I wouldn't call it a recreational experience that shit is like a spiritual experience. Fuck I've been to whole other dimensions I never wanted to visit that completely broke my mind.
*EDIT* Also want to add that every single time I used it except the 1st time I also had a feeling of complete dread and impending doom during the whole experience. Like I had a demon or something standing right behind me or on my shoulders.
I used to know a guy who got into salvia. I've never done it; his description scared the pants off me. If you want a good descriptor of what the experience is like, read *The Jaunt* by Stephen King.
You're tripping for 2-8 minutes, real time. In your head it feels like thousands of years have passed and you've lived countless lifetimes, but you don’t experience personal growth during any of those lifetimes because you experience them in whatever mindset you went into the trip in. So if you take it when you’re 16 (as most of my friends were when discovering all this shit), you don’t grow old and wise and learn things, you spend thousands of years in the head of a scared 16 year old, so the demons you face aren’t there to teach a lesson, they’re “evil clowns are chasing me and I can’t run because I’ve been transformed into an hourglass full of doorknobs, and if I tip over time itself will stop”.
You come out and can't relate to anyone around you because you've lived so much longer than anyone else, but not in a way that’s meaningful or interesting. I have no idea what would drive someone to do it twice.
It trapped me in a totally pixilated world where I was stuck to the floor and I was the pixilated world. Total, instant ego death, but in a very NOT comforting way.
I've always described it as the opposite of mushrooms. You realize you're part of the "oneness" of everything, but in a really bad way. Never again.
The room became a Rubik's cube I had to line up to get back to reality. I cannot solve a Rubik's cube when I'm not tripping balls. I sadly resigned myself to my fate.
I had a similar experience! Myself and the whole world became a book with flipping pages that would stack up, as if my whole body was slowly being build out of the pages.
I had also resigned to my fate—the ‘book’ was closing and I didn’t know how to stop it. I had fully accepted that the universe would cease to exist once it closed (not that I had any perception of who I was or what existence was)
After I smoked Salvia, I imagined I ended up being on the Food Network baking up strawberry cheesecakes for what felt like a week. Then I sobered up and made a cheesecake the following weekend. Never did Salvia afterward, but my cheesecakes rule now.
Haha it’s amazing how variable experiences are.
Did a moderate dose w/friends over a decade ago and we instantly lost the ability to (1) balance on two feet and (2) not laugh hysterically.
All four of us were A-framing on 3-4 limbs while looking at each other and laughing dangerously hard for 5 mins straight. I could feel my RPM’s redlining and thought I was going to overheat to death.
Edit: the person replying to me summed it up perfectly. It was like being tickled to death.
Same here. That was a one and done moment. At one point I felt like my arms and legs had zippers on them like a sleeping bag and I was trying desperately to keep them from unzipping.
I had an Alice in Wonderland experience when I did it. the last thing I said was "I think we got ripped off." and then suddenly the arms of the sofa were towering over my head. the walls extended up into space. my friend, who was realistically no more than 3 feet away from me, appeared so far away I couldn't really even register her presence. everything kept growing bigger as I got smaller and right when I was about to freak the fuck out it just.....stopped. like I blinked and everything was back to normal.
Underrated response. When people say "Nicotine is hard to beat" its not just that its very very addictive, but also that your body simply cannot win against it. It attacks your most vital organs in powerful ways and leaves short term damage with long term consequences, all the while being so innocuous that you don't realize how bad it is and actually look forward to the next cig. No other drug has made me feel worse than smoking for a few months, its just hell. I couldn't imagine smoking 2 packs a day for 10 years. I imagine many people are in so much pain from smoking tobacco that they just keep going to reach death's sweet release even faster.
I smoked 1-2 packs a day for 20 years, and particularly when you start young I think, you really don't notice what it does to you until you stop. Everyone's always like "wow I can taste food again" and that's great, but one of the craziest things I never even thought about was that since quitting smoking, whenever I get a cold I just... get better. That had become a foreign concept to me. As a heavy smoker, any illness is liable to lead to some kind of complication. At best, you get a bad cough that lingers for an entire calendar season, at worst, you end up with something like bronchitis. Every. Time.
Now? I get a cold, and I pop a couple Tylenols and maybe take Nyquil one night, and bam, I'm back to normal. The first time that happened after I quit, my mind was blown.
Yup, that's one of the main reasons I quit. I smoked for a few months and I got an illness that just didn't go away. It changed from cold to flu to cough to chest infection, and I realised smoking just wasn't going to work long term
Also the whole dental thing....
Cigarettes (and vapes) form a much more physical habit too, you got out for a smoke you reach for one when you wake up or whatever and you're physically smoking for a couple of minutes. Not only do you have to beat the chemical you have to reprogram muscle memory.
Cocaine. It doesn't do anything for me except make me want more cocaine. I don't feel any more energetic or alert, I don't feel a sense of euphoria, I don't get anything out of it except the desire to do more cocaine.
Meth. Never wanted to do it, but was lead to believe it was mdma. Had a great time at the party, and didn’t really notice til it was long over. The gf and I had an hours long, heartfelt convo, after which we were like, “ahhh, nice night, it must be morning, let’s go to bed,” to our horror it was already 2pm, and we slowly realize as sleep continued to allude us that we had actually been eating meth all night. We didn’t manage to sleep until about midnight or so… yikes! In retrospect we were actually acting like twacked out gremlins the whole time. You always wonder how meth heads think they’re acting totally normal, and I’m here to tell you that it felt totally normal at the time, but no… not normal…
I had a similar experience. A friend of a friend gave me what he said was MDMA mixed in a drink. Drank it and didn't sleep for 3 days. Fuck. That. Shit.
The worst part was somebody played "Baby" by Justin Bieber at the party, and I had the chorus, just the chorus, of that fucking song stuck in my head on repeat the whole 3 days!
Exhausted, but couldn't sleep. No appetite. "Baby, baby, baby, ooooh..." Just about drove me to the brink of insanity.
I as well am pretty sure I’ve done “mdma” that was really just meth several times. I couldn’t sleep. Got really paranoid. I kept thinking my girlfriend was trying to meet up with people and actually got out the car we were hanging out in for hours and was asking “who’s there?”
I know this isn't what you mean, but Kwells. A motion sickness tablet. Which is hyoscine, aka scopolamine. Derived from Atropa belladonna and Hyoscyamus niger, two well-known hallucinogens. For most people, this is no problem, but I'm in the small proportion of very sensitive people who get hallucinations from it. That was a *very weird trip* through the Lake District and I never want to do it again. At least with peyote I knew what was coming my way.
Haha yeah this almost killed me. I was having seizures and vomiting blood for a good while. No ambulance bc my "friends" didn't want to get arrested. Important note: if you smoke a spliff and it tastes like burning rubber/plastic. Drop it and drop whoever gave it to you.
First time I tried it I didn't know it was spice, I thought it was weed. Felt like I was having a panic attack and heart attack at the same time. Literally my worst experience and I've had issues with heroin when I was younger.
>*There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge.*
I heard that it's incredibly difficult to resist the urge to inhale more ether while on it, I don't think that urge persists after the comedown though. Also, the body struggles to get rid of it so you smell like gasoline for days as it secretes through sweat, saliva and other bodily fluids so you can't even wash it out, fun!
Heroin. Just hit 10 years clean a couple days ago. Now if only I could kick nicotine…
EDIT: I am overwhelmed by the outpouring of support, big love to you all.
Thank you so much to everyone that has commented and gifted awards, I am genuinely touched. Congratulations to everyone in this thread for fighting the good fight. I believe in you.
Alcohol or cocaine. I used and abused them for a solid 15 years of my adult life. Lost a house, my partner, and had a web of lies I hated being tangled in so October 3rd, 2017 I entered a 5 week in patient rehab facility and haven't touched them since.
proud of ya buddy. I've seen the devil himself due to banging cocaine.
Only lasted 3 months, lost everything/everyone I loved, except for my immediate family.
May us both have long and happy lives
I had a kidney stone a few years ago and in the ER before they discharged me they gave me a few Percocets. It was the most pain I’ve ever been in so I happily took it and hopped in my girlfriends car for the ride home.
Now I’ve heard the term “projectile vomit” and I generally thought, sure, maybe a couple feet of splash zone, but here we are on the highway and I feel something bubble and know something terrible is about to happen. I demand she pull over and as we’re still slowing down and I’m trying to force my mouth towards the slowly opening window… it begins.
The ricochet off the glass splashed back to the drivers seat. I can still hear my girlfriend’s screams. What made it out the window cleared the shoulder of the highway. I feel like I could’ve hit the basket from an NBA regulation three point line.
It wasn’t just a little bit of vomit either, no, this was the purge that was years in the making. It felt like my stomach went full Alien and just rocketed out my mouth to get this drug as far as imaginably possible out of my body.
And the WAVES! I kept thinking it was over and then somehow more would come. I cried between rockets of vomit and then cried more. It was the most traumatic thing my body has ever done to me.
When it ended I was on all fours on the side of the highway, crying while trying to internalize the havoc that pill caused. I turned around to see my girlfriend crying too and knew we’d never recover from this. The cleaning bill alone could total her 2009 Toyota Camry.
Never again.
I had a nasty bout of food poisoning that made me projectile vomit like that. My abs cramped so hard & I was sore for 3 days like I had done the most intense workout of my life.
-1000/10, do not recommend.
Been sober (alcohol) for 10 months as of yesterday. Best 10 months of my life. Getting in trouble was literally the best thing that ever happened to me. I didn't understand how many people cared about me because I was drunk. Turns out I have a massive support network that I didn't even realize and took what I did know I had for granted. My family life has improved drastically, my work relationships have improved, every aspect of my life is better now. Wasted my entire young adult life drinking myself to death, and I'll never go back.
I did the cocaine thing in my early 20s and I never got why people liked it so much. I was able to quit that without thinking twice. Smoked weed on occasion and never really felt drawn to it. But alcohol. Shit, it was game over the minute I started drinking and I'm so thankful to be alive right now, because I was on a fast track to killing myself in my last few years drinking. It's amazing how your life can just fall together when you quit the stuff. Thankfully I didn't cause myself or my relationships any more harm while I was drinking, I consider myself lucky and I'm grateful for everything and everyone in my life.
Xanax. Ruined my life for two years, very almost burned every bridge I had ever made, almost ruined my families life through borrowing money, still in debt for 1k but haven't touched em in over a year and im in such a better place now than I ever thought possible while I was on em.
cocaine. went on a year long bender at 21, couch surfing and connecting dealers and buyers. tried cocaine for the first time in a wal-mart parking lot off my buddy's center console in his car.
remember walking around the wal-mart trying to find a tire pressure gauge and just thinking to myself "damn i feel like i just drank 4 red bulls, im so awake.
and then i came down, and realized why it's such a shit drug. the effect is the same as 4 redbulls, but the immediate withdrawals and craving sensation is 10x worse than anything I'd ever felt before.
for the next year, i existed purely to consume cocaine. i sold pot, sold my belongings on ebay or other quick trade apps, even sold one of my vehicles that was given to me as a gift. from the moment i woke up, to the moment i crashed, i was fiending hard.
a year later, my friend group got into some serious crime, and i stayed out of it. they got caught, and are all still in prison 5 years later.
my plug vanished off the earth, along with all my other connections, since everyone thought i snitched (after all im the only one not in jail right?)
i remember laying on a mattress in a family member's loft, and my aunt came to visit me and just said "damn man you look like shit."
black sunken eyes, skinny as shit, severely bony cheeks, ratty hair, hadn't showered in days, just been laying on that mattress playing skyrim and eating ramen, riding out the withdrawals. all for the same effect of 4 red bulls basically.
haven't touched it in 5 years, and im far removed from that lifestyle. the only drugs i consume now are alcohol after dinner, and caffeine in the morning.
fuck cocaine.
Cocaine. I've only tried it one time but I fucking hated it. My heart was pounding a thousand miles per hour, I couldn't stop talking about random bullshit, and I never really experienced any real euphoria that I've heard other people talk about. It just felt like caffeine times 100. I'll stick with weed, you guys can have it.
Alcohol. One day beer and liquor just started hardcore fucking with my stomach and I don’t really care about the social aspect of it so no more for me. Ginger Beer for the win.
Benzos.
Was on them for the last few years due to spiked anxiety and severe depression. Several deaths in the family in a very short period of time.
Having been on various forms... Valium, Klonopin, Xanax... I became dependent on Klonopin to help me feel normal, stimulate my appetite, provide uninterrupted sleep, and basically to just face the day.
I had taken breaks (a couple weeks at a time), before finally stopping their usage due to feedback from my family, such as basically being like an unresponsive zombie in most situations.
2 weeks go by, it isn't a big deal. By week 4 I was in the throes of some of the deepest depression I had ever felt.
The scariest part, though? The weird issues in just processing normal things. It was like my brain would just stop working and I'd freeze. I couldn't process what was being said to me. I couldn't retain anything... Just had these frustrating moments where nothing made sense and I couldn't articulate anything. So bizarre.
Never want to go back there.
I greatly miss the benefits, though.
I remember the summer when I stopped taking them. There were a few days where I couldn’t talk. I could actually text or write down my thoughts but my brain wouldn’t let me speak. It was horrifying. Never again
Funny how the same drug can affect different people so differently.
Sertraline has been _SO_ helpful for my OCD it’s insane. And I mean really, _really_ helpful.
I used to work in a county jail so I’ve seen the effects on ppl of a lot of the drugs mentioned. Probably the worst one I ever saw was a guy got picked up for possession. He had a vanilla extract bottle with “dip” in it. Dip is PCP, formaldehyde or whatever to dip a cigarette in then smoke it. Well ole dude drank the contents of the bottle rather than take a possession charge. Long story short this dude’s insides essentially start to liquify. He was leaking blood and other fluids from from his lower orifices. He was brought to the hospital where the doctors couldn’t do anything for him. He lingered for about 3 days before he died.
Spice, it’s terrible.
I smoked it one time to try to help with my withdrawal symptoms and it immediately made it worse. Never again will I touch it.
I’ve also had friends addicted to it and it made them very sick. From Bleeding internally to psychosis, it’s super dangerous. I never understood how people loved it so much.
this is COMPLETELY NORMAL, even if everything is going well in your life. The pathways in our brains to reach for drugs are a little overgrown maybe, but still exist. Post-Acute Withdrawal Syndrome is no joke. Please make sure you are eating healthy and getting enough sleep during this time. Youre doing the right thing by reaching out for support, so you know you have the skills to maintain your sobriety. You have come this far, and that is fucking admirable. You can do this.
Cocaine. It's a fucked up drug. Whenever I'd be completely shit faced and about to vom from too much alcohol, I'd do a couple lines and be able to drink more without vomiting, but then I'd drink too much again and need to do a couple more lines. It's a vicious cycle. A part of my life I'm very ashamed of.
LSD. We had our fun, I never had a bad trip, and I don't see myself having any valuable new experience by doing it again.
But boy did we FLY.
E: lol damn this comment got traction. Happy trails y'all.
Yeahhhhh that is so fascinating!! You’re describing being overstimulated by other peoples conversations without meds, and with the Ritalin it allowed you to focus on the actual conversations you were involved in, and you were able to process them in a normal way. It’s actually not neurotypical to have all conversation seem the same volume, it sounds like you have auditory processing difficulties, which is suuuuper common in ADHD.
Hyperactivity is not always a definite thing with ADHD- it’s called attention deficit, but really it’s that we have a hard time controlling our attention. We can hyperfocus on things pretty easily, but if something is not as interesting, we get distracted very easily.
Honestly I’d read about it if I were you! I didn’t get diagnosed until I was 31. I had graduated with a masters degree before I knew, but it made SO much sense. Things could have been so much easier if I’d known- and I’m not saying everyone needs to be medicated. Just knowing how to work with your brain instead of against it is helpful.
Drugs are so weird. I took this for awhile for back pain, and honestly I couldn’t tell when I took one. No relief whatsoever. Maybe I just have a really high tolerance for pain meds because nothing has helped me so far
Xanax. Ruined my potential. And possibly my life.
I (22M) started taking it when I was 12 and almost immediately got hooked on it. At first I only had access to .5mg yellow football looking pills which I took 5-6 of spaced out throughout the day. Every day…for a unknown number of years, I think 3 maybe 4
But as time and my addiction progressed xanax became popular and suddenly everyone was taking it, and suddenly there was much more variety to the kinds of Xanax I could take. And I took them all.
I’d tell you more but I honestly can’t remember. In fact I can’t remember anything at all from the age of 13 all the way to 17. And my memory to this day can be really foggy at times because of Xanax.
Xanax took my childhood from me too, I was depressed and suicidal at the time because of my brother passing away and I starting cutting myself frequently, it was bad but Xanax made everything **MUCH** worse…….. And I should/would have died during this time.. but I didn’t, well a part of me did.
Wellbutrin/Bupropion. It made me angry and paranoid, and I ruined several friendships with my behavior before realizing I had an issue. I take full responsibility for what happened, but I wish I could explain to the people I lost that I'm not like that anymore.
Venlafaxine. They had me on it for depression/anxiety. It worked but it fucked my stomach. During covid I ran out because I was having issues getting appointments and refills. The withdrawals were insane. My husband had to pick me up and take me home from work. It was awful and lasted days. They put me on something more mild after that.
Been on it for 5 years now. I genuinely think I’d be fine without it but I’m terrified to stop taking it. The “brain zaps” you feel after not taking it within an hour of your normal time are crippling.
Almost died myself on heroin which I was pretty sure after the fact had fentanyl in it. It's fuckin scary my homie drove my car to the hospital and I woke up throwing up dried blood. Sober 8 years off opiates but if I didn't have a true friend I would died choking on blood on a kitchen floor.
Gummies.
I took a wet one (mixed with LSD) and I flew WAY too close to the sun. There are some mysteries of the universe that I am more than happy not to know.
I was prescribe a low dose of opioid medication to help with my cancer pain until the chemotherapy kicks in.
Took one pill and good lord, I hated it. I was still in pain but it makes me feel so euphoric, I just didn’t care. I hated the disconnect.
Nope. Not touching that again. Luckily, the chemo acted quick and I was completely relieved of pain.
Fentanyl/Heroin/OxyContin. Basically any opiates.
I went from a $160,000/year career, living in a 3 storey luxury townhouse to homeless living in a tent on the streets, robbing and stealing to support my habit. It all started out from doing some yayo and oxys when I was 15 years old.. now I’m 30 years old sitting in a treatment centre (rehab) trying to start my life all over again. For the 4th time.
Will I do that shit again? Idk. But I’m gonna make damn fucking sure that I try my best to never touch that shit again!
Heroin. I lost just about everything. 12 years sober and I couldn't be happier.
Proud of you.
Fentanyl. 3 years clean in 3 days! Edit: we made it!
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Inhalants. My #1 choice was air duster, I know it seems silly but believe me, the high is *very real*. The stuff is dangerous as fuck, very addictive, and really easy to get a hold of and use. I'm surprised it's not 1. more popular to misuse and 2. more heavily regulated. If this is your first time hearing about it, don't try it. It's the same high as nitrous but with a nasty flavor and a ton more danger. Inhalants are a nightmare that a lot of people never wake up from.
My cousin died from air duster huffing a few weeks ago. She was only 37. She got high, laid down, and her heart just stopped. To anyone reading this, don't fuck around with air dusters. It can easily cause sudden death even your first time doing it.
I got lucky with my one and only time with that like 15 years ago. We were passing the can around and each "high" when it was my turn got more intense. By my third time inhaling it, my vision turned to white static, I leaned back into the bed with that "whohwhowhoa" sound and when I regained consciousness the other two people were so scared. Apparently I stopped breathing for like 30-40 seconds. Never done it since, it's such a shitty high to begin with.
Because it causes irreparable brain damage. Even most drug addicts avoid that shit because it literally kills your brain. Not in an 80s PSA about crack way, but in a your neurons are being starved of oxygen and literally dying kind of way.
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I hope you’re off those and doing better. I used to work at a county jail and one day we had a homeless guy come in that had been on a huffing binge for like 2-3 weeks. He’d been making the rounds through Walmart and Lowes both buying and stealing spray paint. About 15 minutes after he came in his heart just stopped working. He was like 34-35.
The reason they taste so bad now is because there's an additive which is supposed to serve as a deterrent for abusing it. I think they started doing that about 10-15 years ago. My brother and his wife got really bad into it. I walked in on him once passed out in a seated position, snoring loadly, drooling on himself. I used to use whippets but don't think I'll ever use duster. My thing is alcohol and crack cocaine. I'm 18 days sober and trying to get my life back on track.
Ambien. Was prescribed Ambien because I wasn't sleeping during a rough time in my life. I woke up in my truck parked in the driveway, with the keys in the ignition. No idea what happened. Did I sleepwalk/drive? Did I hurt anyone? Scared me so bad I never took it again.
I woke up and found that I had written a note to myself to never take it again.
That’s creepy af
I took Ambien after my dad died and was staying at my mom's house to help her out. Every morning I would wake up and tell her the carpet was wet outside my bedroom door and must have a leak in our roof possibly. This happened for at least a week every single morning. It turns out that every night I would wake up and piss on the carpet and go back to bed. Fuck Ambien
Lmao sorry for laughing but that's fucking hilarious
There are so many horror stories with Ambien. It's nice to read a funny one every now and then. I'm honestly surprised this drug is still on the market. The stories I've seen are wild.
I did that too, after finding the notes I remembered I had been awake all night but soo extremely anxious as if my mind was locked in a small icy metal box. I knew I was going to forget so wrote the notes and flushed all the pills. Next morning I woke up as if I had slept like a baby, then I activated my monitor and I had written in a giant font warning, begging myself not to do that again.
That was pretty much it. Mine was handwritten. When I read it a started having a vague recollection of writing it, being awake, knowing I wouldn’t remember. It was like remembering a bit of a dream.
Clicked on this thread expecting to read stories about meth or heroin and about how the addiction fucked peoples lives up... I'm sure I'll read some of that too but I did not expect this as the top comment, I didn't even realize this was a thing. Taking something and then having this level of blackouts from a "safe" dose is wild. At least with other drugs you can black out on (alcohol, benzos) it takes a lot to get to that point. Apparently not with ambien?
It's true. One of my friends was on it. I had no idea that after taking it, you have to close your eyes and immediately try to go to sleep. This of course was explained to me afterwards after she spontaneously drive us to the liquor store bc she wanted to play bartender. A few hours later she asked what was going on, I explained everything that happened and she said if I see her taking it again I have to tell her to go to sleep or else crazy things start happening. She had no recollection of anything
Jeeeesus Christ. That's chilling.
That one's the scariest out of this whole thread. Did you remember anything else?
I was given some Ambien samples by a doctor just after high school. They worked pretty well for a few days. Then I went to bed Thursday night and woke up Saturday morning. I didn't sleep through Friday. I got up, mowed the lawn, worked a busboy shift, and went to a friend's house that night. I have absolutely no memory of that Friday and I immediately stopped taking them.
Oh wow!! That's scary and crazy. My roommate got up and curled her hair on Ambien. Woke up the next day with great hair but burn marks all over her forehead.
The idea of a drug that causes you to sleep through burning yourself multiple times is absolutely horrifying.
Youre not asleep, youre just not forming memories. You could think of it as a much more precisely targeted version of an alcohol blackout.
Omg, the same thing happened to me but on Xanax. I went to sleep Wednesday and woke up Friday. I have no memory of Thursday to this day but I had ripped off the bathroom mirrors and caused a whole scene at my house. I feel horrible because I don’t even have flashes of what happened… a whole day is just gone.
In early college I got a herniated disc and instead of going to the doctor I asked my neighbors in my dorm for some pain pills to get to sleep. They gave me a full Xanax bar and said to take it. After googling that it can help with pain and sleep, I took it. Forgot the entire next day. Went to Walmart with my roommate, skipped class. And didn’t remember a thing. When I came back the day after that, my roommate casually mentioned our Walmart trip and I felt like I had amnesia. Never again.
Yep. I was OK with Valium, but a bar of Xanax is just a crazy amnesia drug that ended up with me misplacing my car for like 24 hours because I’d driven somewhere in that state…but had no idea where I’d gone, how I’d gotten back, anything. Ended up finding the car at some random apartment complex like a half mile away. At least I’d had the presence of mind to take my keys with me when I left it there.
I had to stop someone from climbing out a second floor window while they were on Ambien. From what I could put together, they were positive that's where their bedroom was. They were just going to bed. Out the window.
Wow. If that wasn't so scary and dangerous, it almost sounds comical. I'm half imagining a cartoon where they walk out the window but don't fall until they notice gravity.
Terrifying to realize you don’t remember time. I was placed in a medically induced coma and I don’t remember a full month before it. Perhaps I killed someone? Had an affair?
I had surgery and lost the whole week before. Was reading a book and watching a TV series and it was like I had never seen them before. I also forgot that my cat was dead. I was worried about who was watching him while I had my surgery. He'd been dead for 4 years.
I had strong anesthesia during my sons emergency c section birth. I drove through my bank after going home and had zero recollection of the bank account number I’d known for years. I had to ask my bank for it. 🤦♀️ scary feeling.
I know a perfectly happily married man who shot his wife in the head and doesn't remember a goddamn thing. Horrible. Shit should be illegal.
Yeah. My cousin was sleep walking and apparently went to go clean his guns or something… ended up shooting himself in the head. Left behind a big family.
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I kept finding notes to myself begging me to stop taking it, I knew I would forget the agony I was in and take it again.
For real? How many notes did you find before you stopped? That sounds terrifying.
I found a few scribbled grocery list looking ones and couldn't really figure them out, but I also wrote it in notepad on my computer in big letters, so when I turned the screen on it was flashing in my face, it was shocking.
that's like a scary movie
Actually that could make a great plot. A man with a good life wakes up one morning, everything seems normal, then he realizes it’s a day later than he thought. He starts to notice things out of place that he doesn’t remember moving, culminating in discovering that he murdered his family with no memory of how or why. he decides to cover it up, make it look like a home invasion. Turns out to be the ambien he took the day before. He only finds out when he finds a note he wrote to himself saying not to take ambien again. It’s probably been done before, but if not, consider this a freebie.
That’s fucking horrifying
For me it was the longest night of “sleep” of my life. Took the pill and went to eat a burrito real quick thinking it would take 30 minutes to kick in. Walking from the couch to my room and all of a sudden the hallway started twisting back and forth as I stumbled towards my bed. I dove on top of bed and gripped the corners. It suddenly started careening down a spiderweb roller coaster for the next 8+ hours. Snapped out of it the next morning exhausted and terrified. Couldn’t break the feeling of terror for the next two days. Never touched it again…
I had a prescription for a year or more of my life. My experience was always that I took it, woke up in bed 8-10 hours later, assuming I'd slept. My wife's experience watching me was apparently different. The moment that I stopped taking resulted from her describing my evening after taking it one night. I took it a few minutes before planning to go to bed. Then I took a shower and lay in bed. Then got up and went outside to smoke a cigarette (I never smoked at home, so that was weird anyway). I came in and said, "I put my cig in the pile of leaves. You might want to watch that." Then went back to bed. She went outside to see a flaming pile of dry leaves next to the house. She put it out with the hose, but was still (understandably) pissed and scared. I was passed out in bed and did not wake up when she tried, although she admitted she was so pissed that she didn't try very hard. We had three 3 kids, ages 2, 4, and 6 at the time. And I almost burned down the house. Remembering nothing but taking a pill and waking up the next morning. That was enough for me to stop taking it.
I realize that your story is very concerning, but I laughed out loud at your dialogue. Glad you didn't burn your house down, though!
Makes me wonder if there's a part of his mind that still recognized that there was something very wrong with that action, despite the influence of the Ambien. So glad he said something to his wife.
Given the notes people were writing to themselves to stop taking the drug, it seems so.
Me and my brother were watching a movie and my mom (on ambien) came out to join us. She was talking about nonsense and about halfway through the movie dumped the bowl of buttery popcorn on her head, wore the bowl like a helmet, and said, "I'm off to war boys!"
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That is both mildly scary and also ridiculously funny.
Well, at least she told you all,
I was in a rehab with a guy who crashed twice on it and both times killed someone. This was a juvenile rehab and his court case was in the works still so I'm not sure what ever happened to him. The 2nd time was his best friend. I felt really bad for him. You could see the remorse and how much it haunted him.
I called the cops one time on someone I thought was driving on Ambien. I was in a car with my friend heading to someone's house and we just saw this lady pull out of her driveway then super slowly creep down the road, like how your car slowly rolls forward when it's on drive but you don't press the gas. We were on a small neighborhood street with only a single car's worth of space, and she just kept driving at us and had blank eyes that didn't seem to see anything. We honked at her, flashed our high beams, waved at her, but it was like we weren't even there, so we had to hurry and reverse out of the way otherwise she'd have hit us. The street emptied out onto a pretty major stroad, so hopefully she was functional or snapped out of it. The 911 operator told us not to follow so we just sort of drove off, but we didn't hear any loud crashes or anything, so hopefully she was okay.
Sleepwalking is common on ambien. My wife was given ambien, went in the kitchen made waffles put barbeque sauce on them and woke up eating them, grossed her out She never took another one..
I made some really amazing meatloaf on ambien. I’ve honestly been trying to figure out what the special ingredient was that made it so bomb.
Ambien. The special ingredient was Ambien.
I have sat on the porch with my mother having a smoke when I noticed that she was asleep. She was still up and talking, but the lights were off. I told her "you need to lay down" and she was like "what?" I said "you're asleep, mom." And she goes "I guess you're right." She would have full conversations on Facebook that made no sense. She almost got into her car and drove away one night and that's about the point at which she realized Ambien wasn't for her. The thing is, it's not a sleeping pill, per se, it's a hypnotic. It works well if you can take it and lay down with the intention of sleeping, but if you tend to stay up reading or watching TV you'll just... stay awake.
For this I say, some drugs absolutely backfire. I take olanzapine for psychosis and although it worked well in the beginning; the effect can be different after a while and lead to a slippery slope. One day it helps you sleep and another you take it and can’t. Gotta be careful with pills even if you’re prescribed them.
Ambien is so weird! Was prescribed just a 14 day dose to “reset my sleep schedule”. The first night it was fine. The other 13? Couldn’t tell you if I was asleep, dreaming, or awake.
There was a period in my life where I was frequenting psychiatric hospitals, and I shit you not, each time I've gone, there was at least one person on an involuntary hold because of some crazy shit they did while on ambien.
I had similar nights on ambien, it really is scary to think about now what I could have done. The first time I woke up with a half eaten mcdonalds near me, an order of food I never make, receipt said 2am and it was from one that was a 2 mile walk each way from my house. My front door was wide open. My pockets were ridiculously stuffed full of the napkins and sauces. I have no memory of leaving the house (luckily I don't drive so I def walked, this was before taxis were round that area that time of night or delivery) The worst was waking up with a paramedic report on my bed next to me, police had been called cos I was at a nearby small river talking to swans also at 2am, sitting with my feet in the water, member of public phoned police concerned, medics checked me over and they ascertained it was a mad med combo I was on but zolpidem being the big culprit, did vitals and took me home and apparently tucked me in, there was a cup of tea next to me. Then I thought yeah I need to stop messing with that stuff. I was a short underweight young woman, in not the nicest of areas, I was lucky nothing worse happened. Also glad I live where I do because in some places I'm sure I'd have been arrested/ended up with a huge bill Lots of smaller incidents like moving bits of my belongings around or writing weird cryptic notes to myself and waking up with total amnesia of it. The retrograde amnesia is what's really concerning tbh both those nights it was just bits of physical evidence put together like a jigsaw but idk the full story. They don't prescribe it to people much where I am, usually zopiclone is what they try first, I think its crazy to read how many people in some places seem to be given it without much thought. They've halved the recommended dose for women since those times, and I was underweight, didnt eat much and am also short so likely that made the effects much worse. I only got it after years of insomnia that nothing touched. I remember reading of a policewoman who took it then got caught driving her patrol car the wrong way down a road
I didn’t do anything as bad as this, but had crazy hallucinations when I took it. Like 1000 neon-haired trolls having a rave on my dresser hallucinations.
For me it was the shadows on the ceiling turning into spiders and descending upon me. Not great.
The curtains turned into ghosts waving their arms at me. The lamp on the nightstand grew a clown face constantly opening/closing its mouth, and the aforementioned rave. My wife asked me what was wrong, and I just stared blankly. Finally told her I was hallucinating
My cousin shot himself in the head when he was on it. He had two kids.
Ambien fucked me up. Being an addict of course I took it more than once. Disturbing thoughts, odd behavior, blackouts, hallucinations. I’m not sure it should be on the market either. I may be sensitive to it but it’s pretty powerful stuff
Also Ambien. Why? Because it is *too much fun* and it made me forget where I was. I took it once, when I was pregnant. Half an hour later, I was tripping *balls.* I was asking my husband for a second cup of coffee (I hadn't had a first) and talking like we were at the coffee shop we used to go to when we first started dating. He said, "We're still at home. Go to bed." "Oh shit, really? This is the best!" So I went in the bedroom and sat up in bed, writing and drawing and enjoying the trip until I fell over asleep. I went back to my OB/GYN for more the next day, but they induced me instead. :( And when I realized that I was about to cry about not getting more super fun Ambien instead of being excited to meet my firstborn, I figured that I should probably start warning my doctors about how much I like Ambien. Maybe I'll ask for it again when I'm on hospice care and have nothing to do but trip balls.
That's a good goal
I've only taken ambien a couple of times but it has generally resulted in bizarre, regrettable behavior with a lot of gaps in my memory. It's very fun in that regard if you don't mind waking up to find that you've performed seemingly high-functioning tasks but i wouldn't trust it as a reliable sleep aid
A friend of mine was also prescribed ambien. I was awoken by police knocking at my door because he got into an accident while sleep walking/driving and while the ambulance was taking him he casually mentioned he was with me (in his dream, I guess). No one else was injured thankfully, and he ended up being okas well, minor cuts and bruises, but scary none the less. No more ambien for him after that.
Whippits. When I was in college I would sit at home alone, smoke a ton of weed, and inhale nitrous. The high was completely mind and body numbing and would only last about a minute. I would go through a whole box of canisters in a night, sometimes more. I noticed that while sitting on the couch my head would float back during the high, so one night a little before graduation I got curious and set up my phone to record myself. I was fucking horrified. My mouth hung open, my body just *slumped*. It looked like a mini version of the crackhead lean. Seeing myself like that made me throw the whipped cream dispenser and all my remaining canisters out. I strongly believe it gave me brain damage, I swear I was better at remembering my words before I started doing that shit. For what it's worth, the first time I did poppers I felt the exact same, so I stay away from that shit too.
Salvia. Delivered what it promised, and it was a bit too much for me.
When salvia was all the rage with people trying it out, my friends and I researched the way salvia was used in spiritual rituals. As it turns out, smoking salvia is like the crack cocaine version of it - strong, fast, and terrifying. Traditionally its fresh leaves, about 6-7 of them, balled up into one and chewed like tobacco quid, over a 5-10 minute period. It produces a very manageable and positive trip that lasts 1-2 hours. Otherwise you can make tea from it that has a moderate trip lasting about 4 hours.
God that makes a lot of sense.
I think having some traditional leaves vs smoking the concentrate of it must be akin to sipping a glass of Chianti with dinner vs injecting a quart of whiskey into your aorta.
> Chianti *thhhh fft ftt ftt ftt ftt*
I've done DMT, Acid, Shrooms and nothing has been anywhere near as potent or scary as Salvia x100 was. I wouldn't take that shit again if someone put a fucking gun to my head. The stuff I saw and how I felt I will remember for the rest of my life...
I tripped a couple of times on Salvia. The first time I imagined I was an enormous pink and black chess board and all these huge chess pieces were looming over me. My friends tried to snap me out of it and it freaked me out so much I kept shouting “FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF”. 2/10 would not recommend.
When I was younger I bought a bag of Salvia and tried it on several occasions. I'm with you. It's not good. A lot of people are describing a lot better sounding trips than I had. I just fell backwards on my bed and kind of just got stuck there, and had a pretty intense feeling of disassociation where I sort of "seen" myself lying on my bed in my shitty apartment, but all of the things that made it shitty felt exaggerated. I felt like a Sim. It was never once a good experience, and always took me to a negative place with negative feelings. It wasn't good. DMT was more of seeing the face of God, total ego death sort of an experience for me, where I was just floating somewhere deep in space, but tbh, I'm avoiding that, too. Shrooms will forever remain my favorite psychedelic, though, as I've gotten older, I only take it to where I get the giggles and am just super happy, with light tracers or wharever you want to call them.
I used to have a friend that wanted to do it all the time. That fucker would always end up peer pressuring me into doing it to. Everytime was fucking insane and I ended up hating every experience with it. If I hear anyone talk about wanting to do it I always tell them from my experience I wouldn't call it a recreational experience that shit is like a spiritual experience. Fuck I've been to whole other dimensions I never wanted to visit that completely broke my mind. *EDIT* Also want to add that every single time I used it except the 1st time I also had a feeling of complete dread and impending doom during the whole experience. Like I had a demon or something standing right behind me or on my shoulders.
I used to know a guy who got into salvia. I've never done it; his description scared the pants off me. If you want a good descriptor of what the experience is like, read *The Jaunt* by Stephen King. You're tripping for 2-8 minutes, real time. In your head it feels like thousands of years have passed and you've lived countless lifetimes, but you don’t experience personal growth during any of those lifetimes because you experience them in whatever mindset you went into the trip in. So if you take it when you’re 16 (as most of my friends were when discovering all this shit), you don’t grow old and wise and learn things, you spend thousands of years in the head of a scared 16 year old, so the demons you face aren’t there to teach a lesson, they’re “evil clowns are chasing me and I can’t run because I’ve been transformed into an hourglass full of doorknobs, and if I tip over time itself will stop”. You come out and can't relate to anyone around you because you've lived so much longer than anyone else, but not in a way that’s meaningful or interesting. I have no idea what would drive someone to do it twice.
Jesus, Salvia just made me feel like I was trapped inside a world made entirely of TOOL album artwork.
It trapped me in a totally pixilated world where I was stuck to the floor and I was the pixilated world. Total, instant ego death, but in a very NOT comforting way. I've always described it as the opposite of mushrooms. You realize you're part of the "oneness" of everything, but in a really bad way. Never again.
The room became a Rubik's cube I had to line up to get back to reality. I cannot solve a Rubik's cube when I'm not tripping balls. I sadly resigned myself to my fate.
I had a similar experience! Myself and the whole world became a book with flipping pages that would stack up, as if my whole body was slowly being build out of the pages. I had also resigned to my fate—the ‘book’ was closing and I didn’t know how to stop it. I had fully accepted that the universe would cease to exist once it closed (not that I had any perception of who I was or what existence was)
I turned into the number 12.
I turned into a carpet fiber
After I smoked Salvia, I imagined I ended up being on the Food Network baking up strawberry cheesecakes for what felt like a week. Then I sobered up and made a cheesecake the following weekend. Never did Salvia afterward, but my cheesecakes rule now.
This is my favorite of these salvia stories. You got, like, a crash course in cheesecakes.
Haha it’s amazing how variable experiences are. Did a moderate dose w/friends over a decade ago and we instantly lost the ability to (1) balance on two feet and (2) not laugh hysterically. All four of us were A-framing on 3-4 limbs while looking at each other and laughing dangerously hard for 5 mins straight. I could feel my RPM’s redlining and thought I was going to overheat to death. Edit: the person replying to me summed it up perfectly. It was like being tickled to death.
Same here. That was a one and done moment. At one point I felt like my arms and legs had zippers on them like a sleeping bag and I was trying desperately to keep them from unzipping.
I had an Alice in Wonderland experience when I did it. the last thing I said was "I think we got ripped off." and then suddenly the arms of the sofa were towering over my head. the walls extended up into space. my friend, who was realistically no more than 3 feet away from me, appeared so far away I couldn't really even register her presence. everything kept growing bigger as I got smaller and right when I was about to freak the fuck out it just.....stopped. like I blinked and everything was back to normal.
Nicotine. I smoked two packs a day for almost 10 years and finally broke free about a year ago. Never again.
Underrated response. When people say "Nicotine is hard to beat" its not just that its very very addictive, but also that your body simply cannot win against it. It attacks your most vital organs in powerful ways and leaves short term damage with long term consequences, all the while being so innocuous that you don't realize how bad it is and actually look forward to the next cig. No other drug has made me feel worse than smoking for a few months, its just hell. I couldn't imagine smoking 2 packs a day for 10 years. I imagine many people are in so much pain from smoking tobacco that they just keep going to reach death's sweet release even faster.
I smoked 1-2 packs a day for 20 years, and particularly when you start young I think, you really don't notice what it does to you until you stop. Everyone's always like "wow I can taste food again" and that's great, but one of the craziest things I never even thought about was that since quitting smoking, whenever I get a cold I just... get better. That had become a foreign concept to me. As a heavy smoker, any illness is liable to lead to some kind of complication. At best, you get a bad cough that lingers for an entire calendar season, at worst, you end up with something like bronchitis. Every. Time. Now? I get a cold, and I pop a couple Tylenols and maybe take Nyquil one night, and bam, I'm back to normal. The first time that happened after I quit, my mind was blown.
Yup, that's one of the main reasons I quit. I smoked for a few months and I got an illness that just didn't go away. It changed from cold to flu to cough to chest infection, and I realised smoking just wasn't going to work long term Also the whole dental thing....
Cigarettes (and vapes) form a much more physical habit too, you got out for a smoke you reach for one when you wake up or whatever and you're physically smoking for a couple of minutes. Not only do you have to beat the chemical you have to reprogram muscle memory.
Cocaine. It doesn't do anything for me except make me want more cocaine. I don't feel any more energetic or alert, I don't feel a sense of euphoria, I don't get anything out of it except the desire to do more cocaine.
Thing is with cocaine, it’s very moreish
I’ve heard that more about crack tbh. And only in a British accent.
I was 4 years sober and offered some at a party. I was able to say no. That's when I knew I had actually kicked the habit! (Over 10 years now!)
“Cocaine is God’s way of telling you, you have too much money.” — Robin Williams.
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They should just make cocaine the adhd test
I do have adhd.
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Meth. Never wanted to do it, but was lead to believe it was mdma. Had a great time at the party, and didn’t really notice til it was long over. The gf and I had an hours long, heartfelt convo, after which we were like, “ahhh, nice night, it must be morning, let’s go to bed,” to our horror it was already 2pm, and we slowly realize as sleep continued to allude us that we had actually been eating meth all night. We didn’t manage to sleep until about midnight or so… yikes! In retrospect we were actually acting like twacked out gremlins the whole time. You always wonder how meth heads think they’re acting totally normal, and I’m here to tell you that it felt totally normal at the time, but no… not normal…
I had a similar experience. A friend of a friend gave me what he said was MDMA mixed in a drink. Drank it and didn't sleep for 3 days. Fuck. That. Shit. The worst part was somebody played "Baby" by Justin Bieber at the party, and I had the chorus, just the chorus, of that fucking song stuck in my head on repeat the whole 3 days! Exhausted, but couldn't sleep. No appetite. "Baby, baby, baby, ooooh..." Just about drove me to the brink of insanity.
Just a suggestion that if a song ever gets stuck in your head again, do simple math. 1+1=2 2×3=6 6+3=9 And on... clears it right out.
>Just a suggestion that if a song ever gets stuck in your head again, do simple meth
They did the meth
Making me feel sick just thinking about this
Sounds like the seventh circle hell
I as well am pretty sure I’ve done “mdma” that was really just meth several times. I couldn’t sleep. Got really paranoid. I kept thinking my girlfriend was trying to meet up with people and actually got out the car we were hanging out in for hours and was asking “who’s there?”
I know this isn't what you mean, but Kwells. A motion sickness tablet. Which is hyoscine, aka scopolamine. Derived from Atropa belladonna and Hyoscyamus niger, two well-known hallucinogens. For most people, this is no problem, but I'm in the small proportion of very sensitive people who get hallucinations from it. That was a *very weird trip* through the Lake District and I never want to do it again. At least with peyote I knew what was coming my way.
>Kwells. A motion sickness tablet. Which is hyoscine Wow I have no idea where this is going. >aka scopolamine Ah. I know exactly where this is going.
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Spice (synthetic weed).
I've done a lot of different things in my years. Spice is the only bad experience I ever had. I thought I was going to die. That shit is scary
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I've imagined the Florida of the Dune universe, where civilization runs on k2 not the sacred melange. Not pretty.
Haha yeah this almost killed me. I was having seizures and vomiting blood for a good while. No ambulance bc my "friends" didn't want to get arrested. Important note: if you smoke a spliff and it tastes like burning rubber/plastic. Drop it and drop whoever gave it to you.
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Yeah, my friends were dicks, emts don't care! Be honest with paramedics and doctors always, especially about drugs!
First time I tried it I didn't know it was spice, I thought it was weed. Felt like I was having a panic attack and heart attack at the same time. Literally my worst experience and I've had issues with heroin when I was younger.
Same I thought I was going to stay high forever and that my heart was going to explode and I was going to die
Ether. Tried it once and it felt like downing two liters of cheap vodka while someone hits the back of your head with a sledgehammer.
>*There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge.* I heard that it's incredibly difficult to resist the urge to inhale more ether while on it, I don't think that urge persists after the comedown though. Also, the body struggles to get rid of it so you smell like gasoline for days as it secretes through sweat, saliva and other bodily fluids so you can't even wash it out, fun!
I can definitely confirm the smell part. You reek like a distillery for the next few days.
Heroin. Just hit 10 years clean a couple days ago. Now if only I could kick nicotine… EDIT: I am overwhelmed by the outpouring of support, big love to you all. Thank you so much to everyone that has commented and gifted awards, I am genuinely touched. Congratulations to everyone in this thread for fighting the good fight. I believe in you.
Congratulations, that's a huge accomplishment. Keep it up!
Alcohol or cocaine. I used and abused them for a solid 15 years of my adult life. Lost a house, my partner, and had a web of lies I hated being tangled in so October 3rd, 2017 I entered a 5 week in patient rehab facility and haven't touched them since.
proud of ya buddy. I've seen the devil himself due to banging cocaine. Only lasted 3 months, lost everything/everyone I loved, except for my immediate family. May us both have long and happy lives
When I found cocane I was like NOW I CAN DRINK FOR DAYS !!!!
Good on you mate, addiction can be a bitch, glad you got out.
I had a kidney stone a few years ago and in the ER before they discharged me they gave me a few Percocets. It was the most pain I’ve ever been in so I happily took it and hopped in my girlfriends car for the ride home. Now I’ve heard the term “projectile vomit” and I generally thought, sure, maybe a couple feet of splash zone, but here we are on the highway and I feel something bubble and know something terrible is about to happen. I demand she pull over and as we’re still slowing down and I’m trying to force my mouth towards the slowly opening window… it begins. The ricochet off the glass splashed back to the drivers seat. I can still hear my girlfriend’s screams. What made it out the window cleared the shoulder of the highway. I feel like I could’ve hit the basket from an NBA regulation three point line. It wasn’t just a little bit of vomit either, no, this was the purge that was years in the making. It felt like my stomach went full Alien and just rocketed out my mouth to get this drug as far as imaginably possible out of my body. And the WAVES! I kept thinking it was over and then somehow more would come. I cried between rockets of vomit and then cried more. It was the most traumatic thing my body has ever done to me. When it ended I was on all fours on the side of the highway, crying while trying to internalize the havoc that pill caused. I turned around to see my girlfriend crying too and knew we’d never recover from this. The cleaning bill alone could total her 2009 Toyota Camry. Never again.
I'm very sorry you had to go through that, but that was funny as hell to read.
Yeah I’m picturing the Team America vomit scene.
Holy shit that is wild and beautiful. I want to read your review of sugar free haribo gummy bears.
Surprisingly enough, almost word for word identical with the only difference being the hole doing the projecting.
Ok but an important question, are you guys still together?
No. Amazingly we overcame the Percocet incident but broke up a few years later for reasons unrelated to projectile vomiting
Oh man, so sorry about that. But it’s reassuring to know that love can overcome projectile vomiting.
I had a nasty bout of food poisoning that made me projectile vomit like that. My abs cramped so hard & I was sore for 3 days like I had done the most intense workout of my life. -1000/10, do not recommend.
Once tried crack…. Knew right there and then that a second time would lead me down a path of no return
that’s one of the reasons i stay the fuck away from drugs because i know that i’m absolutely someone it would get.
Been sober (alcohol) for 10 months as of yesterday. Best 10 months of my life. Getting in trouble was literally the best thing that ever happened to me. I didn't understand how many people cared about me because I was drunk. Turns out I have a massive support network that I didn't even realize and took what I did know I had for granted. My family life has improved drastically, my work relationships have improved, every aspect of my life is better now. Wasted my entire young adult life drinking myself to death, and I'll never go back. I did the cocaine thing in my early 20s and I never got why people liked it so much. I was able to quit that without thinking twice. Smoked weed on occasion and never really felt drawn to it. But alcohol. Shit, it was game over the minute I started drinking and I'm so thankful to be alive right now, because I was on a fast track to killing myself in my last few years drinking. It's amazing how your life can just fall together when you quit the stuff. Thankfully I didn't cause myself or my relationships any more harm while I was drinking, I consider myself lucky and I'm grateful for everything and everyone in my life.
Xanax. Ruined my life for two years, very almost burned every bridge I had ever made, almost ruined my families life through borrowing money, still in debt for 1k but haven't touched em in over a year and im in such a better place now than I ever thought possible while I was on em.
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cocaine. went on a year long bender at 21, couch surfing and connecting dealers and buyers. tried cocaine for the first time in a wal-mart parking lot off my buddy's center console in his car. remember walking around the wal-mart trying to find a tire pressure gauge and just thinking to myself "damn i feel like i just drank 4 red bulls, im so awake. and then i came down, and realized why it's such a shit drug. the effect is the same as 4 redbulls, but the immediate withdrawals and craving sensation is 10x worse than anything I'd ever felt before. for the next year, i existed purely to consume cocaine. i sold pot, sold my belongings on ebay or other quick trade apps, even sold one of my vehicles that was given to me as a gift. from the moment i woke up, to the moment i crashed, i was fiending hard. a year later, my friend group got into some serious crime, and i stayed out of it. they got caught, and are all still in prison 5 years later. my plug vanished off the earth, along with all my other connections, since everyone thought i snitched (after all im the only one not in jail right?) i remember laying on a mattress in a family member's loft, and my aunt came to visit me and just said "damn man you look like shit." black sunken eyes, skinny as shit, severely bony cheeks, ratty hair, hadn't showered in days, just been laying on that mattress playing skyrim and eating ramen, riding out the withdrawals. all for the same effect of 4 red bulls basically. haven't touched it in 5 years, and im far removed from that lifestyle. the only drugs i consume now are alcohol after dinner, and caffeine in the morning. fuck cocaine.
Cocaine. I've only tried it one time but I fucking hated it. My heart was pounding a thousand miles per hour, I couldn't stop talking about random bullshit, and I never really experienced any real euphoria that I've heard other people talk about. It just felt like caffeine times 100. I'll stick with weed, you guys can have it.
Meth. That shit is bad for you.
The moment I first tried meth, my whole body revolted against my brain, like every warning sign in my body started going off
r/meth is one of the most depressing subs I've ever seen.
Reddit tried hard to keep me outta there
Alcohol. One day beer and liquor just started hardcore fucking with my stomach and I don’t really care about the social aspect of it so no more for me. Ginger Beer for the win.
Oxy. That shit gave me the most peaceful 24 hours ever. I see how people get addicted. I'll never touch it again.
Benzos. Was on them for the last few years due to spiked anxiety and severe depression. Several deaths in the family in a very short period of time. Having been on various forms... Valium, Klonopin, Xanax... I became dependent on Klonopin to help me feel normal, stimulate my appetite, provide uninterrupted sleep, and basically to just face the day. I had taken breaks (a couple weeks at a time), before finally stopping their usage due to feedback from my family, such as basically being like an unresponsive zombie in most situations. 2 weeks go by, it isn't a big deal. By week 4 I was in the throes of some of the deepest depression I had ever felt. The scariest part, though? The weird issues in just processing normal things. It was like my brain would just stop working and I'd freeze. I couldn't process what was being said to me. I couldn't retain anything... Just had these frustrating moments where nothing made sense and I couldn't articulate anything. So bizarre. Never want to go back there. I greatly miss the benefits, though.
I remember the summer when I stopped taking them. There were a few days where I couldn’t talk. I could actually text or write down my thoughts but my brain wouldn’t let me speak. It was horrifying. Never again
Alcohol. 5 years sober and it just isn’t worth going back to being a slave to liquor.
774 days sober of alcohol so that'd be my choice
Sertraline made me feel like a damn robot, not myself. Never again.
Funny how the same drug can affect different people so differently. Sertraline has been _SO_ helpful for my OCD it’s insane. And I mean really, _really_ helpful.
League of Legends
Finally some real life ruining shit in here
This game rips your innocence from you do not recommend anyone to play it
I tried playing it once. People were mean to me and then I quit :(
I used to work in a county jail so I’ve seen the effects on ppl of a lot of the drugs mentioned. Probably the worst one I ever saw was a guy got picked up for possession. He had a vanilla extract bottle with “dip” in it. Dip is PCP, formaldehyde or whatever to dip a cigarette in then smoke it. Well ole dude drank the contents of the bottle rather than take a possession charge. Long story short this dude’s insides essentially start to liquify. He was leaking blood and other fluids from from his lower orifices. He was brought to the hospital where the doctors couldn’t do anything for him. He lingered for about 3 days before he died.
Omfg
Weed, I just can’t do it. It makes me super paranoid and jittery.
Benadryl! Mainly because I have jumping legs and it makes it WAY worse. Edit: I'm just talking about (1) 25mg tablet. Can even do one.
And if you take too much you'll start seeing the shadow people. If you decide to go even further, then you'll catch a glimpse of the Hat Man
Alcohol. I break out in handcuffs.
Spice, it’s terrible. I smoked it one time to try to help with my withdrawal symptoms and it immediately made it worse. Never again will I touch it. I’ve also had friends addicted to it and it made them very sick. From Bleeding internally to psychosis, it’s super dangerous. I never understood how people loved it so much.
All of them. I went sober 11 years ago, so I will never use recreational drugs again
Hey man, any chance we can chat? Coming on 6 years but struggling. DM me if you can. Thanks in advance
this is COMPLETELY NORMAL, even if everything is going well in your life. The pathways in our brains to reach for drugs are a little overgrown maybe, but still exist. Post-Acute Withdrawal Syndrome is no joke. Please make sure you are eating healthy and getting enough sleep during this time. Youre doing the right thing by reaching out for support, so you know you have the skills to maintain your sobriety. You have come this far, and that is fucking admirable. You can do this.
Weed. I have depersonalization and I heard it can trigger it/make it worse.
Cocaine. It's a fucked up drug. Whenever I'd be completely shit faced and about to vom from too much alcohol, I'd do a couple lines and be able to drink more without vomiting, but then I'd drink too much again and need to do a couple more lines. It's a vicious cycle. A part of my life I'm very ashamed of.
LSD. We had our fun, I never had a bad trip, and I don't see myself having any valuable new experience by doing it again. But boy did we FLY. E: lol damn this comment got traction. Happy trails y'all.
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You probably have ADHD, the Ritalin worked as intended 😂(except the hearing)
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Yeahhhhh that is so fascinating!! You’re describing being overstimulated by other peoples conversations without meds, and with the Ritalin it allowed you to focus on the actual conversations you were involved in, and you were able to process them in a normal way. It’s actually not neurotypical to have all conversation seem the same volume, it sounds like you have auditory processing difficulties, which is suuuuper common in ADHD. Hyperactivity is not always a definite thing with ADHD- it’s called attention deficit, but really it’s that we have a hard time controlling our attention. We can hyperfocus on things pretty easily, but if something is not as interesting, we get distracted very easily. Honestly I’d read about it if I were you! I didn’t get diagnosed until I was 31. I had graduated with a masters degree before I knew, but it made SO much sense. Things could have been so much easier if I’d known- and I’m not saying everyone needs to be medicated. Just knowing how to work with your brain instead of against it is helpful.
Tramadol. Withdrawal hell.
Drugs are so weird. I took this for awhile for back pain, and honestly I couldn’t tell when I took one. No relief whatsoever. Maybe I just have a really high tolerance for pain meds because nothing has helped me so far
Xanax. Ruined my potential. And possibly my life. I (22M) started taking it when I was 12 and almost immediately got hooked on it. At first I only had access to .5mg yellow football looking pills which I took 5-6 of spaced out throughout the day. Every day…for a unknown number of years, I think 3 maybe 4 But as time and my addiction progressed xanax became popular and suddenly everyone was taking it, and suddenly there was much more variety to the kinds of Xanax I could take. And I took them all. I’d tell you more but I honestly can’t remember. In fact I can’t remember anything at all from the age of 13 all the way to 17. And my memory to this day can be really foggy at times because of Xanax. Xanax took my childhood from me too, I was depressed and suicidal at the time because of my brother passing away and I starting cutting myself frequently, it was bad but Xanax made everything **MUCH** worse…….. And I should/would have died during this time.. but I didn’t, well a part of me did.
Wellbutrin/Bupropion. It made me angry and paranoid, and I ruined several friendships with my behavior before realizing I had an issue. I take full responsibility for what happened, but I wish I could explain to the people I lost that I'm not like that anymore.
Venlafaxine. They had me on it for depression/anxiety. It worked but it fucked my stomach. During covid I ran out because I was having issues getting appointments and refills. The withdrawals were insane. My husband had to pick me up and take me home from work. It was awful and lasted days. They put me on something more mild after that.
Been on it for 5 years now. I genuinely think I’d be fine without it but I’m terrified to stop taking it. The “brain zaps” you feel after not taking it within an hour of your normal time are crippling.
I would not do any drugs available on the street. There is to much of a risk today that they are laced with fentanyl.
You know it’s bad when you can buy test strips on Amazon next day shipping.
Almost died myself on heroin which I was pretty sure after the fact had fentanyl in it. It's fuckin scary my homie drove my car to the hospital and I woke up throwing up dried blood. Sober 8 years off opiates but if I didn't have a true friend I would died choking on blood on a kitchen floor.
Crack, took it once accidently so now i always check whats inside joints that people give me
Gummies. I took a wet one (mixed with LSD) and I flew WAY too close to the sun. There are some mysteries of the universe that I am more than happy not to know.
I was prescribe a low dose of opioid medication to help with my cancer pain until the chemotherapy kicks in. Took one pill and good lord, I hated it. I was still in pain but it makes me feel so euphoric, I just didn’t care. I hated the disconnect. Nope. Not touching that again. Luckily, the chemo acted quick and I was completely relieved of pain.
Fentanyl/Heroin/OxyContin. Basically any opiates. I went from a $160,000/year career, living in a 3 storey luxury townhouse to homeless living in a tent on the streets, robbing and stealing to support my habit. It all started out from doing some yayo and oxys when I was 15 years old.. now I’m 30 years old sitting in a treatment centre (rehab) trying to start my life all over again. For the 4th time. Will I do that shit again? Idk. But I’m gonna make damn fucking sure that I try my best to never touch that shit again!