Ms. Munki
Rising Star
I’m writing this because I feel like I need help. I have these thoughts still trapped in my head after a bad trip and I can’t get them out. I had a frightening experience on mushrooms yesterday. It was more than a bad trip. It felt like a near death experience. And although I made it out alive, my mind still feels trapped by the experience.
I was having a great day yesterday with a dear friend of mine at the beach, enjoying the sun and sand and the ocean. We had such a great time we thought the only thing that could make it better and even more beautiful would be some mushrooms. So we headed home from the beach and got some fresh mushies and mixed them with Fanta. The sun was about to set and bottoms up, we drank our mush concoctions.
Everything was great for a while. Funny, laughing, beautiful geometric visions. When I closed my eyes, it actually reminded me of a couple of nice DMT trips I’ve taken. But then somehow I took a turn.
Every moment felt like an eternity. And I felt like I was trapped in this eternity. Wherever I was. I was in a different dimension, and I couldn’t get out. It was nice a few times, but then I started shaking and I couldn’t find reality. My body was moving without me controlling it. I was trembling and convulsing. I couldn't grasp what was happening or where I was. My friend got scared for me and was trying to talk to me. I heard what he was saying but for some reason I couldn’t respond to him. I could hear him, but the words in my head that I wanted to say were stuck in the other dimension. I was stuck between both worlds and it felt like I would be trapped there forever. I started to cry because my mind felt trapped. I heard of stories of people taking too much LSD and going crazy, and I felt like it was happening to me. I thought tomorrow would never come… or that tomorrow would come but that my mind would be trapped in this moment forever.
Meanwhile, my friend was also tripping balls but trying to figure out how to take care of me. He took me downstairs to the shower and tried to help me come back just a little bit with some water running over me. It sort of worked, but as soon as he turned the shower off, I fell to the floor and was back in the other dimension. I still couldn’t respond to him even though I heard him and understood him. He carried me out to the balcony to get some air and look at the sunset but I fell over on my side and began to go deeper again. I cried again.
I tried to lay down on the couch inside but I felt like I couldn’t breathe. There was so much pressure on my chest. I began to hyperventilate. And this is when the feeling that I was going to die came over me. I could not breathe, as hard as I tried to take a deep breath, it was never enough. I got so scared. I knew in my head that I needed to breath to live and that if I couldn’t I would die. So I somehow forced the words out of me, and told my friend that I was scared. He was scared too.
The feeling of death wouldn’t leave me. I felt my mind had turned on me. I felt sick and I couldn’t breath and I had this terrible feeling. I thought I was going to die but that I couldn’t die and I was trapped in this almost-death moment. The scariest part was that for some time, I wanted to quiet the terror in my head by killing myself. I thought if I die now, I’ll be at peace. And that’s all I wanted was peace. I thought of jumping off the balcony to my death, and that finally it would be over. The only thing that kept me from jumping was the feeling that if I jumped, my soul might be trapped in this horrific moment forever. I wondered if this is what happens to those people you always hear stories about on PCP or whatever they take and they kill themselves somehow because they were going through some sort of psychotic episode. I wondered if that was happening to me.
Then I lost all hope. I thought I would just surrender to it and let it kill me by itself. I thought of my family. I thought I would never see them again. I thought about a friend of mine back home who is very experienced in these things. I wanted to call him but there was no way I could being halfway around the world. I would be just another story of an American abroad who took drugs and OD’ed and died from it. The feeling of killing myself would come and go, and it really scared me. Because after I thought about my family, I knew I didn’t want to die. I forced those words out of me and told my friend that I didn’t want to die.
I was scared I was gonna slip away to the other dimension and unknowingly do something to hurt myself or kill myself. I kept thinking of jumping off the balcony. I was so terrified that I was going to do it. I wanted to lay on the ground and make sure I didn’t move. So I lay there. Terrified. Trying desperately to catch my breath and cling to this dimension, but I kept slipping in and out.
My friend was also freaking the fuck out and didn’t know what to do. I kept going in and out of each dimension and each time I would try to say "hey" to him just to make sure I was still alive. He was really scared and was trying desperately to call someone to come help us. I have no idea how he was coherent enough to speak in complete sentences and dial the phone and text people. But he did, and no one could help us. Finally after some time he was able to reach another friend of ours who said she would come over.
At that point things started to calm down for me. The feeling of death was slowly fading away and I was starting to set my feet in this dimension. But also at that point my friend was going crazy… probably experiencing what I had experienced just some time before him. So I knew I had to take care of him now. I tried to calm him down. Also I knew that our friend was coming soon and we’d both be fine.
He calmed down, and we were both alright when she got there. It had been about 4 or 5 hours since we first drank our mushie drinks. They went downstairs for a swim, and I felt tired, so I went up to the bed to fall asleep. But somehow, I started getting scared again. I was scared of being alone in my head. I was scared those feelings would come back. I was scared that my mind would at any moment be trapped again. I started panicking. I didn’t understand how I could be back in this dimension but yet I was still panicking. I thought it was over, but I was scared that maybe it was coming back.
My friends came back to the room after maybe an hour, and by that time I had already had already gone through a terrifying experience thinking I was gonna slip away again. My friend gave me a valium to help me calm my nerves, but I was still really scared. I’m not even sure at that point why I was so scared.
After another hour or so, they saw that I was still scared, so they gave me a sleeping pill and one of them stayed with me and slept beside me to make sure I was ok. I fell asleep finally and was sleeping just fine.
But then in the morning I woke up from a nightmare thinking I jumped off the balcony. I sat up feeling awful and began crying. I was scared again and began panicking. My friend was still there and was trying to comfort me which kind of helped for the time being. But now I’m worried I’ll never be able to shake this feeling. I don’t know what to do. I cant get those thoughts out of my head. I can’t get the thoughts of death out of my head. It’s terrifying and I don’t know how to make it stop. I just wanna forget those thoughts and be normal again. I don’t know how to cope with this. I don’t wanna keep having nightmares and panic attacks.
Will this just go away on its own or should I do something?
I was having a great day yesterday with a dear friend of mine at the beach, enjoying the sun and sand and the ocean. We had such a great time we thought the only thing that could make it better and even more beautiful would be some mushrooms. So we headed home from the beach and got some fresh mushies and mixed them with Fanta. The sun was about to set and bottoms up, we drank our mush concoctions.
Everything was great for a while. Funny, laughing, beautiful geometric visions. When I closed my eyes, it actually reminded me of a couple of nice DMT trips I’ve taken. But then somehow I took a turn.
Every moment felt like an eternity. And I felt like I was trapped in this eternity. Wherever I was. I was in a different dimension, and I couldn’t get out. It was nice a few times, but then I started shaking and I couldn’t find reality. My body was moving without me controlling it. I was trembling and convulsing. I couldn't grasp what was happening or where I was. My friend got scared for me and was trying to talk to me. I heard what he was saying but for some reason I couldn’t respond to him. I could hear him, but the words in my head that I wanted to say were stuck in the other dimension. I was stuck between both worlds and it felt like I would be trapped there forever. I started to cry because my mind felt trapped. I heard of stories of people taking too much LSD and going crazy, and I felt like it was happening to me. I thought tomorrow would never come… or that tomorrow would come but that my mind would be trapped in this moment forever.
Meanwhile, my friend was also tripping balls but trying to figure out how to take care of me. He took me downstairs to the shower and tried to help me come back just a little bit with some water running over me. It sort of worked, but as soon as he turned the shower off, I fell to the floor and was back in the other dimension. I still couldn’t respond to him even though I heard him and understood him. He carried me out to the balcony to get some air and look at the sunset but I fell over on my side and began to go deeper again. I cried again.
I tried to lay down on the couch inside but I felt like I couldn’t breathe. There was so much pressure on my chest. I began to hyperventilate. And this is when the feeling that I was going to die came over me. I could not breathe, as hard as I tried to take a deep breath, it was never enough. I got so scared. I knew in my head that I needed to breath to live and that if I couldn’t I would die. So I somehow forced the words out of me, and told my friend that I was scared. He was scared too.
The feeling of death wouldn’t leave me. I felt my mind had turned on me. I felt sick and I couldn’t breath and I had this terrible feeling. I thought I was going to die but that I couldn’t die and I was trapped in this almost-death moment. The scariest part was that for some time, I wanted to quiet the terror in my head by killing myself. I thought if I die now, I’ll be at peace. And that’s all I wanted was peace. I thought of jumping off the balcony to my death, and that finally it would be over. The only thing that kept me from jumping was the feeling that if I jumped, my soul might be trapped in this horrific moment forever. I wondered if this is what happens to those people you always hear stories about on PCP or whatever they take and they kill themselves somehow because they were going through some sort of psychotic episode. I wondered if that was happening to me.
Then I lost all hope. I thought I would just surrender to it and let it kill me by itself. I thought of my family. I thought I would never see them again. I thought about a friend of mine back home who is very experienced in these things. I wanted to call him but there was no way I could being halfway around the world. I would be just another story of an American abroad who took drugs and OD’ed and died from it. The feeling of killing myself would come and go, and it really scared me. Because after I thought about my family, I knew I didn’t want to die. I forced those words out of me and told my friend that I didn’t want to die.
I was scared I was gonna slip away to the other dimension and unknowingly do something to hurt myself or kill myself. I kept thinking of jumping off the balcony. I was so terrified that I was going to do it. I wanted to lay on the ground and make sure I didn’t move. So I lay there. Terrified. Trying desperately to catch my breath and cling to this dimension, but I kept slipping in and out.
My friend was also freaking the fuck out and didn’t know what to do. I kept going in and out of each dimension and each time I would try to say "hey" to him just to make sure I was still alive. He was really scared and was trying desperately to call someone to come help us. I have no idea how he was coherent enough to speak in complete sentences and dial the phone and text people. But he did, and no one could help us. Finally after some time he was able to reach another friend of ours who said she would come over.
At that point things started to calm down for me. The feeling of death was slowly fading away and I was starting to set my feet in this dimension. But also at that point my friend was going crazy… probably experiencing what I had experienced just some time before him. So I knew I had to take care of him now. I tried to calm him down. Also I knew that our friend was coming soon and we’d both be fine.
He calmed down, and we were both alright when she got there. It had been about 4 or 5 hours since we first drank our mushie drinks. They went downstairs for a swim, and I felt tired, so I went up to the bed to fall asleep. But somehow, I started getting scared again. I was scared of being alone in my head. I was scared those feelings would come back. I was scared that my mind would at any moment be trapped again. I started panicking. I didn’t understand how I could be back in this dimension but yet I was still panicking. I thought it was over, but I was scared that maybe it was coming back.
My friends came back to the room after maybe an hour, and by that time I had already had already gone through a terrifying experience thinking I was gonna slip away again. My friend gave me a valium to help me calm my nerves, but I was still really scared. I’m not even sure at that point why I was so scared.
After another hour or so, they saw that I was still scared, so they gave me a sleeping pill and one of them stayed with me and slept beside me to make sure I was ok. I fell asleep finally and was sleeping just fine.
But then in the morning I woke up from a nightmare thinking I jumped off the balcony. I sat up feeling awful and began crying. I was scared again and began panicking. My friend was still there and was trying to comfort me which kind of helped for the time being. But now I’m worried I’ll never be able to shake this feeling. I don’t know what to do. I cant get those thoughts out of my head. I can’t get the thoughts of death out of my head. It’s terrifying and I don’t know how to make it stop. I just wanna forget those thoughts and be normal again. I don’t know how to cope with this. I don’t wanna keep having nightmares and panic attacks.
Will this just go away on its own or should I do something?