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- Sep 9, 2023
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Hey fellows and fellas,
I attempted to cbt a couple months back via the ever so popular SN route. Fortunately (or unfortunately, we will see in the long run), I got a bad batch of SN (from a supplier known to be giving out quite a lot of bad batches nowadays) and was merely knocked out for ~12 hours. I was tracked by police via my phone signal (I hadn't removed my SIM card from my phone per my original plan) and after a short search op was found unconscious and unresponsive. Cue a LOT of methylene blue (yes the stories are true, you do piss blue!) and a lil saline, plus some narcan since they didn't know everything I'd taken, I stayed in the local psych ward for not even a week (4/5 days if i recall?), and was discharged with proper aftercare this time (this was not my first attempt, actually my third but never got the right aftercare). Before you ask, no, I'm not living my life on some shitty pills that'll cripple me in the long run (get off ur prozac kids), I haven't even had my first therapy session come through yet, it's in 10ish days.
How, you ask, do I feel better now? I recently started college, and somehow my ass has been socializing out the, well, ass. The loneliness and dread that came from it disappeared within a couple days, and I was smoking weed in the local park like the true delinquent I am (but with newfound friends this time). I went to a party (like any party in general) for the first time in my life last Thursday, ended up escorting some overly drunk girls home (not in that way you perverts), and woke up to texts the next morning from random numbers thanking me. I've joined my colleges' outdoors club and will be heading 2 states away this weekend to their lodge in the woods. I have a promising career ahead of me, no hiccups in my courses (yet lol), and enough cigarettes to last me to the end of next week.
Please don't take this as me bragging about anything. I understand how incredibly lucky I am and will be eternally grateful for the second chance I got. I'm not going to preach pro-life bullshit, I know there are people out there in constant, chronic physical or mental anguish who have no other options. But, if you were like me and going through hell, but have something major coming up (and again you aren't in constant excruciating anguish), wait. As much as it will hurt, wait. Shit does turn around sometimes, not always, but sometimes. Take it from a guy who was probably medically dead for a couple minutes.
XwX
will edit this if i forgot anything or if a common question comes up
also shoutouts to blanket for being literally the best :)
I attempted to cbt a couple months back via the ever so popular SN route. Fortunately (or unfortunately, we will see in the long run), I got a bad batch of SN (from a supplier known to be giving out quite a lot of bad batches nowadays) and was merely knocked out for ~12 hours. I was tracked by police via my phone signal (I hadn't removed my SIM card from my phone per my original plan) and after a short search op was found unconscious and unresponsive. Cue a LOT of methylene blue (yes the stories are true, you do piss blue!) and a lil saline, plus some narcan since they didn't know everything I'd taken, I stayed in the local psych ward for not even a week (4/5 days if i recall?), and was discharged with proper aftercare this time (this was not my first attempt, actually my third but never got the right aftercare). Before you ask, no, I'm not living my life on some shitty pills that'll cripple me in the long run (get off ur prozac kids), I haven't even had my first therapy session come through yet, it's in 10ish days.
How, you ask, do I feel better now? I recently started college, and somehow my ass has been socializing out the, well, ass. The loneliness and dread that came from it disappeared within a couple days, and I was smoking weed in the local park like the true delinquent I am (but with newfound friends this time). I went to a party (like any party in general) for the first time in my life last Thursday, ended up escorting some overly drunk girls home (not in that way you perverts), and woke up to texts the next morning from random numbers thanking me. I've joined my colleges' outdoors club and will be heading 2 states away this weekend to their lodge in the woods. I have a promising career ahead of me, no hiccups in my courses (yet lol), and enough cigarettes to last me to the end of next week.
Please don't take this as me bragging about anything. I understand how incredibly lucky I am and will be eternally grateful for the second chance I got. I'm not going to preach pro-life bullshit, I know there are people out there in constant, chronic physical or mental anguish who have no other options. But, if you were like me and going through hell, but have something major coming up (and again you aren't in constant excruciating anguish), wait. As much as it will hurt, wait. Shit does turn around sometimes, not always, but sometimes. Take it from a guy who was probably medically dead for a couple minutes.
XwX
will edit this if i forgot anything or if a common question comes up
also shoutouts to blanket for being literally the best :)
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