hi here are some things about drug use ive learned in my days that i would like to impart
always test your drugs. unless youre friend who you trust with your LIFE has said they tested them or it is their medical prescription, a drug test kit is the cost of entry to doing drugs, you will eventually get laced drugs and you could very well die or kill your friends. fentanyl is a HUGE problem now.
magnesium supplements are your friend, most drugs will deplete your magnesium levels, including but not limited to: alcohol, weed, stimulants, downers (opiates/opiods/benzos), dissos, and most likely psychedelics. taking magnesium will lessen your cravings and crashes, AND allow you to get higher, you will feel less drained and be able to sleep easier
never mix downers with alcohol, there are things worse than death, like permanent hypoxic brain damage
drink water, eat food, sleep, and try to exercise. keeping your body in good condition will diminish crashes and improve highs
an addiction is an unfulfilled void within you or the avoidance of an issue, the act of quitting the drugs is not enough, you must fill that void with something else to make you happy, or address the issue you are numbing.
NAC supplements rapidly kill most all drug cravings
more specific tips below cut:
dont make plans while you are abusing stimulants, you will not enjoy them later.
do not smoke weed when you do acid, in my opinion the experience of weed + acid is like an entirely separate drug, and it's a very difficult trip. if you still decide you are going to, just have literally ONE (1) hit
if youre going to redose amphetamines, only redose ONCE, and make the second dose about 50% or less of your original dose, you arent getting that first rush again, the crash will get worse and worse, its better to rest up and just get high another time.
snorting benzos doesnt work
many drugs will affect your circadian rhythm, 1mg of melatonin before bed can help sleep come easier, magnesium also aids sleep
vitamin B drink mixes are great
taking cold showers or baths can help ease anhedonia
shoot me a DM if you need any drug advice or have questions (if for some reason this post gets a ton of notes then ignore this please for my sake)
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Liveposting my 6-APB roll because I have no friends.
Just ingested 135mg. Probably will have to redose. Most sites say with the HCl anything over 120mg is a strong dose, but even before I abused stimulants heavily I liked to eat 200mg+ of the HCl. But just in case this batch is stronger or something, I don't want to go overboard. I was gonna aim for 150mg but weighed out 135mg and figured close enough.
It smells bad and the consistency is more or less what I remember it to be like (it's been prob 10 years since I've done it.)
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Using fent is crazy to me, I have no addictive personality so I'm glad I can stop anytime I want and not start again for a while. But the only reason I use is because it doesn't show up on my probation test luckily, and I just honestly love the feeling of nodding out and all my worries dissappear. Anyone else feel this way?
My drug usage with my fiancee started off honestly safe and normal. We both always made sure we were careful and were not over doing it. If we tried something new we tried small amounts then redose if needed. We ultimately both wanted to try every drug atleast once. I've came to the conclusion that I hate stimulants and uppers. But I love downers and sedatives.
I've tried almost every drug except like pcp, k2, and a few others I can't remember but if you want to know what I used I'll make a post later with a list on how I felt, and if it's worth it.
We have never overdosed , maybe was close the first time we tried fent powder in missouri we nodded out hard for 2 hours or more in a parking lot and I saw a light (most likely the bright ass sun) and woke up gasping looking at my fiancee shaking her up panicking and saying it's too strong lol. But that's also why we always take small hits of new batches or new drugs just to feel it out and incase it takes a while to kick in.
Please anyone who uses fent or any other drugs, go slow, have someone to watch you, and take care of your health while using. Drink water also to be hydrated, have narcan ALWAYS on hand, and make sure you aren't using alone unless you 100% are being safe and use responsibly.
if you ever need someone to trip sit you, watch you while using to make sure you are okay and not oding me and my fiancee are always available to FaceTime! We also would love to FaceTime and nod out anytime (:
oh and if you don't want to use fent or be laced PLEASS BY TESTSTRIPS OR A TESTKIT AND ALWAYS TEST YOUR DRUGS .
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My Experience with Psychedelic Mushrooms as a Man with ASD and SZA: Part 1
I first started experimenting with psilocybin at the age of 17, during the summer following my Junior year of High School and preceding my Senior Year, in early July of 2021. My psychosis had yet to take hold. But I was experiencing strange muscle twitches that I thought to be transmissions from an unconscious, mute part of myself, responding to my every thought. And a strange sound that would seem to emerge from background noise, it sounded like Morse Code, or server room transmissions. Electrical noise seemed to make it worse. The sound would emerge from anything from crickets to fans to any generalized white noise in my environment.
I began to notice these frequently about a week before my first trip, they were preceded by roughly a year of prescription D-Amphetamine Sulphate abuse, and I had recently started experimenting with vaping high quantities of THC near constantly.
A 7g heroic dose of a strain of cubensis known among many as "Jedi Mind Fuck", and some Penis Envy, another strain of cube. This all equated to roughly 7 dried grams, and I had a THC edible of unknown strength, that was believed to be somewhere in the ballpark of 400mg.
The trip was spread out into a 2-2.5g starting dose, and a 4.5-5g redose 2-3 hours following the initial dosing. So not a solid simultaneous 7g to the dome.
Once it began to kick in after the initial dose we bought some supplies, most notably high Vitamin C Orange Juice, from the market. We then drove down to the local creek, I emptied my pockets of anything prone to water damage and dove into the water head first, running my hands through the rocks and basking in the vivid beauty and vibrancy of nature. It was as if viewing life through an 8k TV with extremely defined colors and a slight sharpness filter.
After we spent some time at the creek we decided to head back to our friends house. That's where it hit me. "I'm not tripping hard enough", so I ate the rest of the quarter hastily after a lot of heavy discouragement from my friends. One of which was a very experienced tripper.
After the redose begin to kick-in I began getting anxious and weary of my friends dog, and the potential to lose control. At one point the dog barked at me while I was zoning out and losing focus, just sort of blanking out, this startled me. A rush of Adrenaline surged through my blood and the painting on the wall in front of me began to expel and give off these waves of flowing psychedelic color coming from the edges of the frame and morphing into the wall it was fixed on.
After some heavily intoxicated thought, I asked my friends if it was alright for me to go home, as I wanted to just lay down in a dark room and limit the over-stimulation. After some consideration, they determined that I was handling it like a champ and let me go on my way. I grabbed my bike and realized I was too fucked up to ride a bike. So I then tried to walk it home, passing through our friends next door neighbors front yard. Before I could reach the other end of the yard a sudden feeling overtook me "I can't continue, because I don't know what to do or for that matter know anything". It was strange. I still had access to my ability to reason, and my memories, but they seemed distant and unreal, and my new sense of real was replaced by this utter sense of bewilderment. I let my bike fall, and laid down in the lawn.
After some time the residents in the house of said lawn, came out to question, "Why is a confused, disheveled and bearded boy of 17 dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket, and bearing an uncanny resemblance to the stereotypical whitewashed conception of Jesus of Nazareth in my front lawn? ". They asked me what I was doing in their lawn and all I could muster was "TRIPPING, I'm TRIPPING BALLSSSSS I tooooOK AllAAT of MUSHROOOMS". I then began to repeat the name of my mother, and the current name (presently her deadname) of my love interest at the time, conveniently both names began with the same letter, making my extremely bewildering life a lot easier.
From there the first responders came. I was first questioned by cops who confiscated my THC Oil Pen. Followed by paramedics asking me what went wrong. I remember worrying the cops were going to assault, grope, or harm me in some way as they stood over piss soaked me (during the trip, I couldn't find the restroom but my tripped out self was too paranoid and anxious to ask for specific directions and guidance, so when I gave in to defeat in the neighbors front lawn, I also let my self succumb to my bladders desires.)
I remember being loaded onto the gurney, and thinking "what if they're taking me to their dungeon". And continuing to think so as I rode in the ambulance. At some point I blacked out in the ambulance, and sometimes I can still feel the feeling of the clammy, earthy, mushroom scented sweat that I felt, and I've had disembodied voices claiming to be paramedics tell me that they need to put an IV in my arm because I'm bleeding out from my head. Insisting that they are trying to help me. Accompanied by the tactile hallucination of a paramedic raising my arm, accompanied by my arm mysteriously raising itself without my intent. This "flashback-esque incident" occurred about 1.5-2 years after the trip, after smoking 2-3 bowls of ~47% THC Infused Bud/Moon Rocks. At the time I was going through about an 8th of moonrocks a day.
In the hospital, I began believing I was in some metaphorical dream world meant to represent purgatory, or something akin to a bardo. I began to believe nothing I did or said mattered or had consequence. So I began screaming whatever came to my mind. Asking the male nurses to, I paraphrase, "Fuck me like the little slut I am daddy make me your bitch". I also began to yell things I cannot even remember, but I remember saying "I love you baby" a lot, and according to my dad, who was alerted to my location in the hospital and arrived about 1-3 hours into my hospitalization, I could not shut up about my current love interest, (who still has left the biggest mark on my psyche as compared to anyone else I've met to this day). He stated that I was proclaiming my phallus to be 9 inches and that it fit perfectly into her (different pronouns at the time, using present day out of respect) asshole, and how apparently she was a red hot lover. During my trip I also experienced the solipsistic fear that the only beings to ever exist were me and the sadistic god that created my reality, and showed me relative normality just so I'd miss it when he plunged me into a life of suffering and surreal chaos. The song "Movember" by Mom Jeans occurred to me as I mentioned this fear. Specifically the line "The doctors said you would be fine".
When I finally came down (enough) to be discharged from my hospital bed, I realized that everything I had just experienced was indeed real, or at least seemingly real in my current state. I proclaimed "I have never felt so alive" after the horror and embarrassment quickly faded and gave way to exhilaration and amazement, and gratitude that I'd finally be let go from the cold, sterile environment full of alarming and foreboding bleeps and bloops that is the hospital.
My dad drove me back to his place, as my mom was pissed and didn't know much about shrooms aside from what she had learned from growing up in the 60s and occasionally listening to psychedelic rock.
On the drive back the stars twinkled intensely seemingly blinking rapidly. Everything looked sublime, vivid, vibrant, and sharp. I felt this sense of positivity and excitement, I kept going on about this "Light that runs through everything and everyone" that I first began to mention in my love interests at the time soon to be S.O and present day ex's car during the first part of my trip, right before I redosed. Only me and my love interest were tripping but a majority of us were stoned. She never redosed and stuck with the initial dose.
The next post in this series will cover the experience the following days during the afterglow, quitting Dexedrine, and the like. I may also make a albeit much shorter post solely dedicated to my experience with Dexedrine (the aforementioned prescription grade D-Amphetamine Sulphate Instant Release pills). As they are also a massive part of my lore. That concludes this post. Thank you for reading and sticking with it.
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