Heyy, so I'm about 6 hours into a trip, it was super intense for the first part. I took 300ug. It is tested.

Anyway, out of nowhere I teared up and had to sit by myself for a bit... And I just streamed, crying endlessly, no sound or anything just tears. So after this stopped I just feel like... Empty almost... I recognised it as a massive stress exertion as my life has been likely subconsciously quite stressful lately.

But yeah it's been over an hour since that and I'm just feeling empty... Just kinda looking for some kind words as I think I might be going into a thought loop about the emptiness.

Thank you anyone who wants to say some kind words!

I want to be clear that I recognise the crying as a positive thing, something that was overdue and I do feel lighter for it.

Hi!

I did shrooms for the second time and I had a very intense experience.

First time I probably did 1,5g and this time close to 3g+ if not more, we had no scale but from a 4g bag I definitely took the majority. I even ate the crumbs, deep down I know I wanted to go in deep. But I didn’t know what I was going in to.

It was with two of my buddies near a lake around a campfire at night around 23:00.

It started off slow it took well over an hour for it to kick in. I was damn near on an empty stomach. In hindsight I probably took too much and wasn’t prepared enough. I’ve been at that exact place many times before but it was a long time ago.

So while we talk around the fire and smoke it sneaks up on my. I can see my buddies thoughts infront of me ofc all in my head. One of buddies has a red glow to him so let’s call him the red guy, it’s my close friend but at this moment he hadn’t realized how deep in I was and was making jokes. Which I experienced as very negative, probably why he has a reddish glow I assume. He is going through some shit so my mind probably made that connection(red guy was definitely giving negative vibes during my trip). My other buddy is a gentle soul not a hurtful bone in his body has a greenish glow and is my safety net throughout this experience he is sober as well. He was fishing mostly. At times when it was very intense I looked at him for comfort.

Anyways my mind is going in and out of thoughts very randomly I can’t keep a single thought long enough to make any sense before I’m somewhere else.

While smoking weed this trip gets more intense, I am suddenly very interested in the camp fire, so much that in my head I can almost play with it. Gently move it around and I get this feeling that I am all knowing. Like invoker if you ever played dota 2. I have this huge urge wanting to help my buddies, I saw the goodness in myself. This trip kept feeding my ego man I had vision of my conquering the world and thinking just because I can I have no desire of ruling over someone else. Why I say conquering the world, I vividly remember the map of the whole world with no borders and what I can only assume was my emblem in the middle. I was very confident and proud of myself.

I remember being very fascinated of who am I and what are we? I was thinking of my self as a grain of sand in the bigger universe. At times it felt like I was in parallel universes being at multiple places at once. It was a very real question at the time. What is what and who is who? I can remember myself asking my friends this and they confirm it. With coming to the conclusion, does it even matter? And also very curious about the meaning of life.

I don’t remember much after this peak of the trip, but it all went downhill from here. I was at the peak of the mountain and it took me down to damn near the scariest moment i’ve ever experienced I was dying.

The camp fire was dying cuz no one was feeding it and it felt like my life was dying too. My spark my will to live was dying with it. I became very cold and in a panicky way telling my friends it’s very cold we need more fire. I’m freezing over here. My buddies jokingly said go feed it yourself man. My body wouldn’t move I couldn’t nor did I trust myself to find anything to feed the fire with. I was conscious and still not at the same time. It’s hard to describe but I saw myself a lot in third person. Anyways I think they brought more wood to the fire but it wasn’t warming me anywhere I couldn’t feel any warmth from the fire and the panick started to kick in. I remember vaguely stretching my palm to the fire to feel the warmth of the fire but couldn’t feel it.

Am I dying? Is my real body this cold? Why is it so cold? Who is cold? me in my head or my body? The feeling like I was about to die was very real and frightening with the combination of my body feeling colder and colder, my vision was also blurry it felt like the darkness of the night was taking over the little light I saw via the camp fire. At this point the experience is emotionally painful, I’m scared and a bit nauseated because of my vision is going blurry and am afraid of a blackout. I resisted with everything I had to stay awake. All this together and my mind is thinking if I go to sleep I might not wake up, forgot to mention I wanted to sleep, I could had closed my eyes and embrace the darkness but I refused because I truly believed this was it. I’m also very tired mentally. I wanted the trip to be over so bad.

I don’t remember much but the feeling of dying was taking over so much that it just ended with a snap of a finger. That nightmare ended just like that and I was relieved.

Once am back and I say back because I was somewhere else. I had a new problem I had to vomit, I don’t know why but I had to vomit. It felt like I had poison in my body(after some time thinking the mushroom was the poison) I was still tripping here my minds are going in and out in a pattern that isn’t logical.
I forced my self to vomit after panicking for a bit and I felt better but I was freezing my ass off. It’s a summer night not even that cold. But I forced them to take me to the car and go home. I warmed up in the car and on the way home I had this amazing afterglow of being on a 20 year journey in another planet.

3 days after I don’t know how am feeling to be honest, I’m numb which is ok. But idk what I experienced and I can’t make much sense other than it was feeding my ego and took me down the worst possible route making me feel like what dying was like.

I did some misstakes I realise now, the part of letting the mushrooms take control and not resisting. Yea man that was hard because I wasn’t prepared to me the final boss on my 2nd trip. At the beginning of the trip I stared at a tree and it was giving me bad vibes so I stopped looking at it and stared at the fire instead. I think entirety of the trip I was locked zoomed in on the fire with small chitchat with buddies and panicking at the end. I feel like I’m done with mushrooms and at the same time not, because I’m not satisfied with how this trip ended.

Can anyone help me make any sense of all this? No one of my buddies I’ve talked to have any experience that resembles mine in any way

I’m srr man I read what I wrote and it looks like the rambling of a drunk.

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I did the biggest slam ive ever done of coke and idk how much it was but it was like a lottt and i got the bellringer and yea it was such sn intense feeling, it felt amazing but i also got scared because i instantly thought about my family and that i might be dying and no one would know until its too late - thats how intense it felt.. which might b normal but i dont know cus i never felt it before when i did coke shots… snyways its been like 45 mins now and the rush is over im still high nd heart rate is 120 bpm

am i gonna be okay? like am i out of the danger zone cus so much time has passed?

and sorry if this isnt the right sub cus its not psychadelic

im on citalopram and im wanting to get some mdma and wanna know how many doses i should skip (since i really dont need it anymore im just taking it for the routine) until its safe to take mdma

Hi im on m ...after long night and everyone now went to sleep....i would love to chat with someone and someone to have interest in me...please text me!

During a mushroom trip, has anyone ever had a thought in their own voice saying “I’m going to die soon”?

Not die during the trip, but sometime in the near future.

If you’ve experienced this, are you still alive and okay?

I’m honestly very scared.

Hi guys, this is my second time doing acid. I was laced the first time it was NOT acid and I had the most horrific experience of my life. Anyway I’m here it’s 3 in the fucking morning and I’m not having a bad trip, I’m with my boyfriend and we’re very comfortable. We’re both just kinda on our phones and shit, how can I calm myself down? Like not in a bad way kinda

I have ate 3.5 grams of smurf houses about an hour ago. (They are magical). I bought me a Meta Quest 3 VR setup. This should be fun

I have tried LSD once, so far, and intend to try acid and shrooms a few times each before graduating to DMT and eventually salvia. On trying acid, I didn't have enough (3/4 tab) and wasn't seeing what my friends were seeing. Before smoking, I remember feeling wobbly, and vision being a bit weird, but I wasn't seeing movement or patterns like my friends were. After smoking, I felt heightened artistic awareness and a sense of profundity, that I always feel when I smoke weed, but this time it was distinct, slightly sharper. The only visual distortion I experienced was on my phone: the text is usually white on a black background but this time, there appeared to be colourful hues emenating from behind the white text. I also struggled to piece together my thoughts whilst reviewing a Beatles album, and felt compassionate towards everybody (which isn't out of the ordinary for me). Music sounded better and the importance of listening to Abbey Road couldn't be understated. I spent the whole night dissapointed that I hadn't reached the levels of my friends (one of which took double my dose, and the other took the same as me but had a profound experience). I felt as though I was waiting to relax all night and finally listening to Abbey Road, which was the plan for the night, met that.

ayer mota y difehidramina jeje hoy, mucha, estoy delirando x d

It was the day before my birthday. I wanted it to be special, so I decided to take magic mushrooms. I already had multiple experiences with LSD, marijuana, mushrooms (3–4 times), and other substances. I considered myself experienced. Recently I hadn’t had any bad trips and felt I had good control over the effects.

A month before that, I took 3 grams of Golden Teacher mushrooms and it was a fantastic experience—lots of insights and a strong therapeutic effect. I also had a positive recent LSD experience. So I immediately wanted to “continue the therapy.” I decided to take 5 grams (a “heroic dose”). I thought it was just a name and didn’t take it seriously. When ordering, I specifically asked for a stronger strain. The seller warned me that they were very potent and that 3 grams would be enough for a very strong experience. I ignored that.

The day came. I didn’t initially plan to take all 5 grams, so I made tea with about 2 grams. I drank it and waited. After about 30 minutes, I felt something unusual - my brain started working extremely fast, much faster than with mushrooms I had tried before. Visuals weren’t strong yet, but my thinking speed felt like 300–400%. I immediately realized these mushrooms were no joke. My thoughts were racing too fast, but still manageable. After another 10 minutes, I decided to brew the remaining 3 grams. I made the tea and drank it.

Very quickly I understood I had overdone it and started feeling bad, like my body was being torn apart from the inside. But I kept convincing myself everything was fine and that I had handled worse trips before. Then I lost track of time and where I was.

Eventually I forgot what I had taken and how much. I started thinking I had overdosed on stimulants and was dying. I felt like my organs were failing, like I was having a stroke. I was 100% convinced I was dying right then. I fell to the floor, experiencing what felt like a long suffering death. My body stopped responding. I tried to vomit but just collapsed near the toilet. I grabbed things, trying to do anything, but couldn’t. I had no idea what I had taken - first I thought stimulants, then opiates. I realized I needed help and crawled to the front door to get out and call neighbors, but I couldn’t find the keys. I started screaming and hitting the door. It was full psychosis—no insight, no control. I don’t know how much time passed, but it felt like eternity. I was crawling around the apartment, suffering endlessly.

Then the most insane part. I don’t understand what drove me—probably fear of dying or trying to get help. I made a “brilliant” decision: to jump out the window. I had zero understanding of reality. I used to read about bad trips where people jumped out of windows and never understood why. Now I do.

I climbed out of the window on the 4th floor and jumped about 1.5–2 meters onto my neighbor’s balcony, about 15 meters above the ground. I grabbed the railing and climbed over. I was completely naked. It was around 1–2 a.m., everyone was asleep. My psychosis got worse—I was screaming, kicking walls, crying and laughing. I barely remember this part. I realized I had completely lost my mind and would stay like this forever. I felt extreme hopelessness and terror. It was about 5°C outside, and I was naked on an open balcony. No one heard me because windows were closed. I screamed like I was being killed.

I didn’t know who I was, where I was, or how I got there. I started freezing to death. I couldn’t get back—I didn’t remember how I got there, and even if I did, the jump back was much harder. My window looked closed. I felt like a Titanic passenger freezing in the water. I lay on the cold floor, literally freezing, feeling the same hopelessness. Eventually I accepted death. I even tried breaking the neighbor’s door but luckily failed—I could have badly cut myself.

After about an hour, I had a moment of clarity. I realized I was on my neighbor’s balcony and freezing. I still didn’t remember how I got there, and I couldn’t jump back. I started knocking on the balcony door, but no one answered. I began shouting for help. The trip was still strong and I sometimes lost awareness again. I shouted for 10–15 minutes, feeling ashamed because it was night and I was naked.

A neighbor from another building heard me, came out, and asked what was going on. I said I was on drugs and couldn’t get home. He said “okay” and went back inside. I kept shouting. Then another neighbor heard me, came outside, and I explained. She went to my building and I asked her to call police or firefighters.

About 15 minutes later, the police arrived. I didn’t admit I was on someone else’s balcony—I was ashamed and still confused. Then firefighters came. They asked why I couldn’t just break my own balcony door. I said I couldn’t.

By then I was coming down a bit and could think more clearly, even joked about the situation. The firefighters brought a ladder. One climbed up with a crowbar and broke the balcony door. We entered the apartment—I still didn’t understand if it was mine. Then the owner came downstairs, completely shocked: a firefighter and a naked guy in his apartment. That’s when I realized it wasn’t my place.

I told them my apartment was next door. Police came in, everyone was shocked. I tried to explain. They checked my pupils and asked if I was on drugs. Luckily the effect had decreased, and I said I was just very drunk. Meanwhile, another firefighter climbed into my actual apartment and opened the door.

Police said this could be considered unlawful entry if the owner pressed charges. I finally got dressed, brought my documents, and explained everything. After about 30 minutes, the police left, and we all went back to our apartments.

That’s it.

First, I want to point out that English isn't my first language, so there may be some grammatical errors.

So, basically, I had an LSD experience 2 years ago. I've been avoiding this post for a while because it was traumatic, but now that I don't feel like it's recent, I want to find out what actually happened.

For a bit of backstory, I'll start by saying that as a 16-year-old, I was stupid. I tried weed (I wasn't a heavy smoker, I smoked a few times). I had a few trips on LSD and mushrooms (about five or a little more), most of them went smoothly. One was a bad trip, but not bad enough to have a significant impact on me (I had derealization for two weeks, but I don't experience it as trauma (weird, I know).

The story I'm about to tell happened about two months after that trip.

Okay, so my friend and I met a dealer we shared who was stocking a ton of psychedelics, from mushrooms to DMT. One day he told us he had 250ug tabs of LSD (for some closure, I've had 105 to 150ug experiences up until now). I figured most tabs were underdosed anyway.

So a few days later, my friend asked if I wanted to try them. After some thought, I figured my last trip was two months ago, so it wouldn't have much of an impact on me (in fact, I don't think it had any correlation with the trip I'm about to describe), even though it was very unpleasant.

So my friend said he didn't have any money, I bought him one tab and one for myself. My friend had a built-up tolerance because he was a bit of a tweaker on this stuff (like twice a week or more, he was supposed to tripsit me so i dont do dumb shit because he would feel like half of what i would and he could probably act more clear than my dumbass). I was more cautious, trying to wait at least a month, although now that I look back, it's definitely too short.

So we bought the tabs. I planned to eat them so they wouldn't work until after school, but a little peer pressure, and I ate them at 10:30 (we had classes until 3:30). We hadn't tested them, so I was a little worried they were fake. My friend said the drawing on them made them a bit bitter so I wouldn't shit myself, and now that I think about it, the drawing actually glowed, so it could have been bitter, and it's possible it was real acid and not some nbome.

And, 11:30, they slowly started to kick in. I felt slightly more electric, and so on, the usual acid stuff. We had a math test, the whole class started feeling bigger, my friend started feeling them too. We started touching each other's jeans and appreciating the textures of everything. I started to lose some of his words, but it passed after a while. I was in bliss for that time. In the next lesson, I didn't feel the visuals very strongly yet, maybe they slightly affected my perception of the size of things. We had a nice conversation, but our friends started to realize we were high, they were chill with it tho.

So yeah that was the last moment i felt at least a little normal in my thinking patterns.

I don't quite remember what happened during the next few lessons, but I have a very vivid memory of the last one. I started getting very overconfident. I started talking to my teacher, stopped taking notes, and said it was pointless anyway (fortunately, he didn't hear what I was saying and didn't realize I was high). Then, terrible thoughts started to come to mind. Not terrible in the sense that I see demons, but I just look at these thoughts and they seem so un-mine. I started thinking all sorts of things, like how everyone should be left-wing because God created us with free will and we're reborn anyway, so even if we kill each other, it doesn't matter because we'll be reborn anyway (mind you it was mid lesson). It didn't lead to anything bad at school besides of me getting an F.

We took the bus to the park. I don't have many memories of that moment except for one where I said to a random person our age, "Hey, what's up?" I was very confident; I'm usually quite introverted, but those tabs caused something to shift inside me.

We reached the park, My friends smoked some weed - I didn't, I heard it a lot about safe use and the weed was always a no no, and then I experienced something I absolutely don't understand to this day.

I bassically started feeling like I'd died, like everything was already in paradise. I started having very intense visuals, all the trees were creating geometric patterns. I lay down by the lake in the park and, I don't know how to explain it, but I was completely without an ego, I remember thinking that im just dead, but also like noone actually ever died, i thought some poet from 1700 was still alive but i didnt go deeper into that.

My friends started talking about various things, I don't quite remember what exactly, but I remember they said something about cigarettes, that it was an interesting industry, some random shit. Thats the moment I started feeling like I rebirthed, I felt like I've woken up from my life kinda like I want to try to put this into words but i really cant explain it.

So yeah all this time i was just listening to my friends yap about bullshit sing meme songs talk about funny theories. While im there thinking that People are actually real gods, and at the same time i thought that there was a god that rebirthes us, it led to some scary thoughts.

I started thinking that if I ran in front of a car, nothing would happen because I would be reborn anyway and try to live in a new body. I felt that I had reset myself, that I was alive only from that moment on.

I laid down on the ground with all my clothes on. I started pressing the earth with my fingers. I started feeling like a caveman, like i was the god of earth and that the other god above me was giving me power through it (I buried myself completely in the earth, including my hair).

My friend who was also high asked me "So how is the trip" I told him "fucking awesome" the word "trip" felt like a metaphore to life and i thought he was guiding me through getting to know life in the paradise with god.

Yeah so then i leaned more onto the delusion of me being an actual god. I had a thought that felt really profound and it was about "People need inhibition" (idk how to tell it in english sorry) but basically when me and my friends decided to go to a street gym and when i didnt do pushups i felt like i had a warning pop up in my head saying "too small inhibition" (just wtf).

Also, near the lake like I was so deeply disconected with reality, that if not my sober friends, I would leave everything behind including my phone and jacket.

After that we went to a bathroom to take a piss, thats when my mom called me, I said ill come back in 2 hours i didnt really feel that off to her and also my friends said that I didnt act high so she didnt notice.

Yeah basically i also felt during that walk to the bathroom that Im invincible ( I felt numb in my body and like I didnt really feel touch) and i dont feel any pain, i felt like everyone was like that (they were gods in my mind at that time).

We got back to the bus and thats when i started understanding what I actually was thinking of when I was in that park and school, I started being more sober and i asked my friend if it was nbome or something because what the fuck did i just experience, I asked him if I was dead or not, and got derealized because the bodily sensation got me feeling really numb and i thought like I was trapped inside my own head and my body was just in a hospital, like it was all a coma.

I got back home, was still thinking this is a coma and I need to die to wake up, I felt like I was stuck in a loop and dying was the ony way of escaping it, I ate like 5 bananas so that i know if I actually feel it in me or no to know if its a coma or is it real life. I didnt feel the bananas but I realised that it cant be a coma because a new album dropped from an artist i liked, and a youtuber i know reacted to it. Thats when i realised that it really is real life and all the shit that happened will be ingrained in me for like a long long long time. I felt really fucking lost, empty and low after understanding that.

I slept 2 hours that night.

The next day I felt pretty "normal"? I dont really know how, I wasnt really derealized or anything, I didnt feel like anything happened last night i just felt sleep deprived. The whole next month i didnt make much of it, just lived my day to day life sober and didnt feel anything alarming happening.

I started digging to what the actual fuck happened on reddit and other sites after that month, I read something about psychosis. I got really really scared that I couldve went through a psychosis, and it switched something in my brain.

Then for the next half a year or more, I felt stuck inside my own head just like during the last hours of the trip. I got into the gym, started eating better, got 100% sober, and started making music to cope with it, and it helped.

Nowadays i don't really feel the aftermath of the trip in the day to day life, but it made me who I am today.

I never wouldve got to the gym and do anything with my life that young if not the trip itself, even though it had some positive long term effects, but the negative effects are nowhere near close to being worth the gym arc, all i wish for is that I didnt start that fucking young, i lost 8 months of my life being stuck in my head scared to tell anyone what happened

My question is, what the heck actually happened?

TL;DR took a higher dose of LSD than I was used to, at school, without testing it, and the trip gradually got really intense. I experienced ego loss and started having delusional thoughts, like believing I was dead, a god, or that nothing mattered because of rebirth, which led to some dangerous ideas.

After the peak, I became scared and confused, thinking I might be in a coma and that I needed to die to wake up. The experience left me feeling empty and shaken.

Even though I felt “normal” the next day, I later became anxious that I might have gone through psychosis. For several months after, I felt stuck in my own head and disconnected.

Eventually, I recovered by staying sober, improving my lifestyle, and finding ways to cope, like going to the gym and making music.

edit: made it more readable

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there is a lot on my mind... a lot of things

I am getting back into taking LSD. I had a lot of experience years ago and could handle it very well. But I've taken a long time out after experiencing severe panic attacks (Felt like I'm dying). So I decided to not take LSD anymore.

Fast-forward to now I rarely, if ever, have panic attacks. I have a prescription for 5mg Diazepam for if I have a severe panic attack, but thankfully haven't had to take any yet. They are for emergencies only. Having them there helps calm me down knowing I have an out of I need it.

I want to get back into tripping but I have the obvious worry about having a panic attack while tripping. I know benzos can be used as a trip-killer (Or trip-saver for some). I've never taken a benzo before and don't know how they feel, let alone how they'd effect a trip.

My girls been waiting to take 2cb for months and today was the day she’s taken 20mg and I’m sober so I can drive her round an take care of her. This will be her first time on 2cb and I have no experience as I was scared off all psychedelics years ago after a trip that still haunts me.

Any advice would be massively appreciated.

I have a rave coming up and have been taking Reta. I do want to hop on MDMA at my rave but not sure if it is safe as i’m taking Reta? Does anyone know if it’s ok?

It's night in my country. Locked my bedroom door got water for hydration and got music. I don't want to blackout, I'll just sleep while listening to songs. Live with my parents. Help me

Does one counteract the other? Adderall is prescribed for adhd and I've been using kratom pretty regularly for years. I use the kratom because it seems to help me with depression. I've used opiates in the past (prescription) and the effect they have on me are energetic, euphoric and motivating high. Never ever does it make me sleepy or relaxed. Ive been on and off Adderall for a few years, sometimes it worka very well, sometimes it makes me anxious and I crash and just feel so burnt out that I dont take it again for a long while and sometimes, it just does nothing. I'm just looking to see if anyone else uses this combo and how it effects them. Right now I'm just kinda considering maybe smoking IR Adderall but everyone advises against this... and I'm just looking for a little high and recently had a small oral dose of 5mg IR. I haven't taken any kratom today because, as with both or any drugs, I like to give my body and brain breaks. I guess I'm just bored.