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Hi all, I'm new here and with your indulgences I'm keen to get your opinions on a strange little situation which has grown from the seeds of a bad mushroom trip i had about 2 months ago!
I approached it all wrong from the begining. Took what was handed to me without knowing the potency. Relied on amounts taken on past use. I ate about 5 or 6 (don't even know what type!). Little did i know the folks handing them out were planning to make tea with them which i understand relieves some of the potency.
Anyhow I left that place with a friend to return to my own abode. We began watching Live in Pompeii by Pink Floyd and smoked some weed, which I think set things off. I'd never smoked weed in the height of a trip - always coming down. Suddenly an image (ancient italian frescos displayed on screen) suddenly began eminating out from the television to engulf the entire room. I decided to retreat next door to the kitchen to get a glass of water. It shifted gears on my again and I couldn't handle the sensory information which felt like it was 'coming at me'. The room, walls, geometric layout of the room ceased to have any meaning for me. I sat on the floor and groaned in dispair.
After a moment I managed to get up and stumbled back into the living room and asked my good friend to turn off Floyd. That didn't help as the informertial that replaced Floyd seemed all wrong aswell. I demanded that the TV be switched off. After this it gets hazy, I remember telling my friend my head hurt like hell, like it was being pumelled. I was on the floor coming in and out of consciousness with my friend sitting in front of me, alarmed, clicking his fingers trying to get m e to stay with him. I demanded that he call an ambulance as i thought my mind was breaking and somehow reasoned that I needed some drug to counter the effects of the one I was immanently suffereing from before it was too late. I think I experienced a common anxiety attack - my first ever, so I attributed it to the Psilocybin.
Was taken to hospital, got trapped in a loop in the ER room and thought reality was repeating every 20 minutes or so, when it was probably just the nurses repeating a routine. I wasn't 100 per cent sure why I was even in hospital after I got there and at one point even suspected that I was dreaming with this feedback loop, that i could hear voices of friends and relatives who were probably standing around the bed trying to get me to 'wake up'! haha! ahhh.
Anyway it slowly wore off. The nurses and doctors really didn't know how to deal with me which made it slightly worse. "what effects are you experiencing - isn't that why people take the drug" etc etc. I should have stayed at home and faced it, managed it. Again - a lack of preparation I think, and respect, for what can happen. All my other psychedelic experiences had been great (a few LSD trips, a couple of mushroom trips).
Aftermath: About a week later I experienced my second ever full blown anxiety attack in a university computer lab after a strong coffee and feelings that 'that bright red couch over there looks really fibrant, like i'm having a flashback'. About another week later I began to develop anxious reactions to some types of artificial light - esp tail lights and this sometimes made me feel like I had done damage to my brain. Lights subjectively look too bright and even menacing. Some other lights seem like this too. No more full blown panic attacks as I quikcly learned to understand anxiety and deal with it via breathing. None have felt like coming on for a month or so now. but some lights, esp car tail lights, still look menacing, and I would rather this feeling not be there in my life. Its not effecting my practical life really, from the view point of someone else monitoring me.
This could me mild HPPD, but rather I think I had/have a very mild case of Post Traumatic Stress disorder. I have always associated lights with my trips, and I have always loved neon lights, carnival lights etc, and monitored them on trips keenly, so I think my brain has paired lights with trips with anxiety, in the typical format of PTSD, like, for example, someone who was abused as a child on green carpet might never be able to look at the colour green without axiety. It also fluctuates with my mood, if i'm feeling more anxious and unnearved lights look 'worse'. I think my mind is oversensitive for misplaced survival reaons for signs of being 'in that state' again, and if it beleives it is, then it begins an axiety reponse. A natural survival mechanism to a perceived threat. Hence i fixate on lights and even think they're brighter than they are. Either that or its HDDP which has been reported to itself caused anxiety... but if i remember back to the week in between the bad trip and the onset of my anxiety, i can't remember being overly sensitive to lights. So this makes me think its PTSD. I gave in and reinforced the beleif in my mind that I wsa going through something truamatic on that fateful night when I could have ridden it through. being taken in an ambulance to a hospital tripping was pretty messed up in intself, aside from the mental war with my own brain on psilocybin.
Anyway, to finally get to the point (sorry). Do you think it would be beneficial for me to have a well measured, light, psychedelic experience to come to terms with my mind? Or should i avoid this realm of life and, if i think its an issue, seek cognitive behavioural therapy or something?
Has anyone heard or experienced any reoccuring negative mental states after a trip (related to anxiety, idealy, but anything) and then remedied them with another, healing trip?
Thanks you.
I approached it all wrong from the begining. Took what was handed to me without knowing the potency. Relied on amounts taken on past use. I ate about 5 or 6 (don't even know what type!). Little did i know the folks handing them out were planning to make tea with them which i understand relieves some of the potency.
Anyhow I left that place with a friend to return to my own abode. We began watching Live in Pompeii by Pink Floyd and smoked some weed, which I think set things off. I'd never smoked weed in the height of a trip - always coming down. Suddenly an image (ancient italian frescos displayed on screen) suddenly began eminating out from the television to engulf the entire room. I decided to retreat next door to the kitchen to get a glass of water. It shifted gears on my again and I couldn't handle the sensory information which felt like it was 'coming at me'. The room, walls, geometric layout of the room ceased to have any meaning for me. I sat on the floor and groaned in dispair.
After a moment I managed to get up and stumbled back into the living room and asked my good friend to turn off Floyd. That didn't help as the informertial that replaced Floyd seemed all wrong aswell. I demanded that the TV be switched off. After this it gets hazy, I remember telling my friend my head hurt like hell, like it was being pumelled. I was on the floor coming in and out of consciousness with my friend sitting in front of me, alarmed, clicking his fingers trying to get m e to stay with him. I demanded that he call an ambulance as i thought my mind was breaking and somehow reasoned that I needed some drug to counter the effects of the one I was immanently suffereing from before it was too late. I think I experienced a common anxiety attack - my first ever, so I attributed it to the Psilocybin.
Was taken to hospital, got trapped in a loop in the ER room and thought reality was repeating every 20 minutes or so, when it was probably just the nurses repeating a routine. I wasn't 100 per cent sure why I was even in hospital after I got there and at one point even suspected that I was dreaming with this feedback loop, that i could hear voices of friends and relatives who were probably standing around the bed trying to get me to 'wake up'! haha! ahhh.
Anyway it slowly wore off. The nurses and doctors really didn't know how to deal with me which made it slightly worse. "what effects are you experiencing - isn't that why people take the drug" etc etc. I should have stayed at home and faced it, managed it. Again - a lack of preparation I think, and respect, for what can happen. All my other psychedelic experiences had been great (a few LSD trips, a couple of mushroom trips).
Aftermath: About a week later I experienced my second ever full blown anxiety attack in a university computer lab after a strong coffee and feelings that 'that bright red couch over there looks really fibrant, like i'm having a flashback'. About another week later I began to develop anxious reactions to some types of artificial light - esp tail lights and this sometimes made me feel like I had done damage to my brain. Lights subjectively look too bright and even menacing. Some other lights seem like this too. No more full blown panic attacks as I quikcly learned to understand anxiety and deal with it via breathing. None have felt like coming on for a month or so now. but some lights, esp car tail lights, still look menacing, and I would rather this feeling not be there in my life. Its not effecting my practical life really, from the view point of someone else monitoring me.
This could me mild HPPD, but rather I think I had/have a very mild case of Post Traumatic Stress disorder. I have always associated lights with my trips, and I have always loved neon lights, carnival lights etc, and monitored them on trips keenly, so I think my brain has paired lights with trips with anxiety, in the typical format of PTSD, like, for example, someone who was abused as a child on green carpet might never be able to look at the colour green without axiety. It also fluctuates with my mood, if i'm feeling more anxious and unnearved lights look 'worse'. I think my mind is oversensitive for misplaced survival reaons for signs of being 'in that state' again, and if it beleives it is, then it begins an axiety reponse. A natural survival mechanism to a perceived threat. Hence i fixate on lights and even think they're brighter than they are. Either that or its HDDP which has been reported to itself caused anxiety... but if i remember back to the week in between the bad trip and the onset of my anxiety, i can't remember being overly sensitive to lights. So this makes me think its PTSD. I gave in and reinforced the beleif in my mind that I wsa going through something truamatic on that fateful night when I could have ridden it through. being taken in an ambulance to a hospital tripping was pretty messed up in intself, aside from the mental war with my own brain on psilocybin.
Anyway, to finally get to the point (sorry). Do you think it would be beneficial for me to have a well measured, light, psychedelic experience to come to terms with my mind? Or should i avoid this realm of life and, if i think its an issue, seek cognitive behavioural therapy or something?
Has anyone heard or experienced any reoccuring negative mental states after a trip (related to anxiety, idealy, but anything) and then remedied them with another, healing trip?
Thanks you.