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28-08-15, 00:09
This may be quite long and I know there are many similar posts on this forum so I really do appreciate anybody who reads this and even more so those who have any kind of advice for me. I also apologise if this may be better suited in another part of the forum, I found it hard to decide which one was most appropriate.
To start this off I have to first mention that before February I was never frightened of dying or even really aware of my own mortality at all. It may also be worth noting that I've smoked weed since I was 13 quite regularly and I'm now 19 and in uni. Since starting uni last september up until February I really did go a bit overboard I would say though and along with smoking weed every day I would do MDMA often, dabbled with LSD, Mushrooms and other psychedelics in a relatively short space of time as well as legal highs (I was really stupid, for some reason I thought I could handle everything). after a particularly heavy week and a day after mixing mdma with another stimulant that was legal (which usually means worse from my experiences) I started feeling a slight pain in my stomach whilst playing Mario kart with my housemates. I decided that I needed to go to the toilet and (sorry for being graphic) after letting one out, I felt a really intense pain in my anus, something I've dealt with before presumably caused by my diet I'm not sure but this time the pain was extra bad and that's when I had my first panic attack. My heart suddenly started beating a million miles an hour, my vision went crazy, I was sweating buckets all that other good stuff. I also felt a sharp pain in my left arm which instantly made me believe i may have been having a heart attack and that i was going to die. I got up to open my bathroom window to let some air in because I thought that might help, but then fell into the bathtub only to stumble out and managed to speak loud enough that I was in trouble for my friends to come aid me. Thinking I was dying I had an ambulance called and they took me to the hospital.
I discovered what it really was and from then on they would happen all the god damn time, fully crippling my life and my first year of university which had been going fantastic at that point. The few weeks after the first one kind of felt like I was in a constant state of panic that could escalate at any second, but I always thought during this time despite what I had been told at the hospital that it was my heart or that I had cancer or a tumour or some kind of bullshit that would end my life. It really didn't help that the day of my first panic attack was the day a ouijia board that I bought as a joke arrived, but that's a whole other story. The doctors told me that I should never smoke weed again and blamed drugs for it all because of what I told them. I couldn't accept this as weed was an every day part of my existence so I smoked anyway, even though when I smoked weed from this point on I wouldn't even get high I would just enter a state of pure fear and unexplainable body sensations. It was safe to say that I just couldn't do drugs anymore.
The next part of the story is hard to tell because I don't remember it. A friend I'd met in university randomly got a hold of a bag full of vallium pills, which I had never done, but always assumed they were no big deal, but we would just eat them every day and while in a hazy vallium state we would get into all kinds of shit, formed a band called Electric-Koolade and wrote and recorded loads of random songs that we ended up uploading onto soundcloud, but none of us have any memory of any of them. Anyway, the whole month of march doesn't exist in my memoryand while I don't recall having any panic attacks during this time, I very well could of and not remember. What I do remember is coming down and being insanely depressed and my anxiety (or whatever it is) worsened. Over a period of months meditating and trying to face my demons, forcing myself to smoke hash until i could smoke weed again (I can now smoke weed, but if i take it even a little too far now it can start things off again) and I tried chinese medicine and all sorts of crazy things.
a couple of times I got stupid and would do a psycadelic hoping it would show me a better perspective, but it always made things way worse and start me at the beginning again.
While things a lot better than they were, there are still a lot of things that really concern me. There is still a constant horrible feeling in my left ear, left side of throat and chest that varys in intensity throughout the day that feel so real, but when i went doctors recently and they checked my ear she said everything was fine ( i thought my ear may have been damaged because i had them syringed in december and my left ear took several attempts to clear so I suspected permanant damage), but I knew everything wasnt' fine and I was just hoping she would put some magic medicine in my ear and the feeling would go away but i was wrong. The throat feeling constantly worries me that I have cancer or something equally horrible too. In face nowadays I'm worried about so many things, but they feel sooo real, am I actually dying or is this normal? i feel like I can't relate to anyone.
I don't want to feel like this forever, I feel like I've tried everything. Can this even be cured? Am i going crazy? am i developing something horrible like schizophrenia? I am praying that there is someone that stumbles upon this who was in a similar situation and beat it and can tell me how, because I'm close to just giving up entirely... And I'm not supposed to be like that :(
I made some stupid choices and I'm just praying that it's not too late...
To start this off I have to first mention that before February I was never frightened of dying or even really aware of my own mortality at all. It may also be worth noting that I've smoked weed since I was 13 quite regularly and I'm now 19 and in uni. Since starting uni last september up until February I really did go a bit overboard I would say though and along with smoking weed every day I would do MDMA often, dabbled with LSD, Mushrooms and other psychedelics in a relatively short space of time as well as legal highs (I was really stupid, for some reason I thought I could handle everything). after a particularly heavy week and a day after mixing mdma with another stimulant that was legal (which usually means worse from my experiences) I started feeling a slight pain in my stomach whilst playing Mario kart with my housemates. I decided that I needed to go to the toilet and (sorry for being graphic) after letting one out, I felt a really intense pain in my anus, something I've dealt with before presumably caused by my diet I'm not sure but this time the pain was extra bad and that's when I had my first panic attack. My heart suddenly started beating a million miles an hour, my vision went crazy, I was sweating buckets all that other good stuff. I also felt a sharp pain in my left arm which instantly made me believe i may have been having a heart attack and that i was going to die. I got up to open my bathroom window to let some air in because I thought that might help, but then fell into the bathtub only to stumble out and managed to speak loud enough that I was in trouble for my friends to come aid me. Thinking I was dying I had an ambulance called and they took me to the hospital.
I discovered what it really was and from then on they would happen all the god damn time, fully crippling my life and my first year of university which had been going fantastic at that point. The few weeks after the first one kind of felt like I was in a constant state of panic that could escalate at any second, but I always thought during this time despite what I had been told at the hospital that it was my heart or that I had cancer or a tumour or some kind of bullshit that would end my life. It really didn't help that the day of my first panic attack was the day a ouijia board that I bought as a joke arrived, but that's a whole other story. The doctors told me that I should never smoke weed again and blamed drugs for it all because of what I told them. I couldn't accept this as weed was an every day part of my existence so I smoked anyway, even though when I smoked weed from this point on I wouldn't even get high I would just enter a state of pure fear and unexplainable body sensations. It was safe to say that I just couldn't do drugs anymore.
The next part of the story is hard to tell because I don't remember it. A friend I'd met in university randomly got a hold of a bag full of vallium pills, which I had never done, but always assumed they were no big deal, but we would just eat them every day and while in a hazy vallium state we would get into all kinds of shit, formed a band called Electric-Koolade and wrote and recorded loads of random songs that we ended up uploading onto soundcloud, but none of us have any memory of any of them. Anyway, the whole month of march doesn't exist in my memoryand while I don't recall having any panic attacks during this time, I very well could of and not remember. What I do remember is coming down and being insanely depressed and my anxiety (or whatever it is) worsened. Over a period of months meditating and trying to face my demons, forcing myself to smoke hash until i could smoke weed again (I can now smoke weed, but if i take it even a little too far now it can start things off again) and I tried chinese medicine and all sorts of crazy things.
a couple of times I got stupid and would do a psycadelic hoping it would show me a better perspective, but it always made things way worse and start me at the beginning again.
While things a lot better than they were, there are still a lot of things that really concern me. There is still a constant horrible feeling in my left ear, left side of throat and chest that varys in intensity throughout the day that feel so real, but when i went doctors recently and they checked my ear she said everything was fine ( i thought my ear may have been damaged because i had them syringed in december and my left ear took several attempts to clear so I suspected permanant damage), but I knew everything wasnt' fine and I was just hoping she would put some magic medicine in my ear and the feeling would go away but i was wrong. The throat feeling constantly worries me that I have cancer or something equally horrible too. In face nowadays I'm worried about so many things, but they feel sooo real, am I actually dying or is this normal? i feel like I can't relate to anyone.
I don't want to feel like this forever, I feel like I've tried everything. Can this even be cured? Am i going crazy? am i developing something horrible like schizophrenia? I am praying that there is someone that stumbles upon this who was in a similar situation and beat it and can tell me how, because I'm close to just giving up entirely... And I'm not supposed to be like that :(
I made some stupid choices and I'm just praying that it's not too late...