Hi folks,
I'm glad to have found this place. I 'm 50 now, been around the block many, many times but just recently (well several months ago) decided for a lark to indulge in a stash of acid I'de been hoarding for 10 years or so. The trip was great but with a pretty hard comedown, and it felt a little odd, not like the acid I was used to, but still kind of like acid. I'm a veteran and so I know my way around the 'usual' acid variations, and this was definitely just...different. Less visual, hard to put my finger on it.
A week later I had some beers, smoked some weed and woke up kind of tripping and in an anxiety spiral. I was trapped, like behind a pane of glass, like my consciousness had sheared off from the surface of my perceptions and I had no traction. I was really just struggling to hold it together. If it wasn't for the fact that I've rode out a few shitty or intense trips I probably would have outright panicked. Oh, also the trails came back full force, but it was the splitting off that was deeply disturbing, the trails were not really bothersome.
It was weird, I could do my work (thank god for lockdown and work from home) and it seemed even extra bizarre that I was somehow disconnectedly competent even though I felt like something had broken in my brain. In fact work distraction helped - being alone in the dark was bad, and mornings brought anxiety escalations that took a while to bring into a functional level.
Anyway, I count myself lucky. After several days I could kind of push my consciousness forward through the glass layer and for a few seconds I could connect with reality again. I remember almost crying with relief when that happened, it was like being able to take a tiny breath of hope. Anyway, I practised that pushing and gradually over a couple of months things kept improving. I had broken my toe and that was healing so I started exercise again and that helped more. Gradually the shearing off sensation reduced and I became kind of normal I guess.
It's several months later I have trails permanently and I suffer from anxiety, and if things are really stressful I feel sort of a bit split off again. I wake most mornings in an anxious weird state but even 10 minutes of exercise kind of washes it away. Some days better, some days worse. I'm not the same and it's sometimes hard to tell how much I have just maybe got used to it, but I am thankful that I am substantially OK. I can connect with people (my young daughter especially) and that is what counts.
It feels somehow conforting to know I am not alone in this. I have so much empathy for the folks accounts I have read here, and I have only had a small taste of what some of you are living with.
There's not much more to say - I understand why such a forum can't have too much traffic, even just focusing on it enought to introduce myself kind of brings it back.
Regardless, in my way, I see you. Thank you for sharing.