Joe Hill
02-05-2014, 08:08 PM
During that spring I tripped like 7 or 8 times on Shrooms and once on Acid, half of these times with Amanda and it was awesome.
TRIPPING ON SHROOMS IS THE FIRST TIME I FELT THE SENSATION OF ANXIETY IN MY LIFE. I thought it was interesting and it only lasted 20 minutes or so.
So now we've reached last June. I just got arrested and lost most of my money, the rest of my money goes to the lawyer, Amandas parents hate me, my mom and grandmother is disturbed. Amanda doesn't blame me and still loves me and I am shocked about that. But even after this I still wasn't stressed, no anxiety, I was more excited that I would have this story to tell my kids when they're old enough.
So me and Amanda live the poor life the rest of the summer, court was pushed to 6 months later so it wasn't on our minds. We both got a job at McDonalds and stayed at our friend Codys house. We still smoked all day every day.
VERY IMPORTANT:
The end of the summer came, Amandas parents started to like me again. Amanda went to college, after two weeks I went up to live with her in her dorm. Literally the description of my wildest fantasies a few months prior.
Two weeks before she left I got food poisoning for 2 days, puking once every 5 minutes. Amanda took care of me.
One week before she left: I started getting this annoying eye sensation. Like everytime I moved my eyes they would "bother" me. Everytime I tried to focus on something they would "bother" me. I had experienced this very very very briefly in high school, on a couple occasions. I assumed it was the lights. But this was different. It went on all day and I couldn't stop obsessively looking for an answer, I became worried that it wouldn't go away and it would ruin me and Amandas relationship. I couldn't wait to go to sleep that night and wake up to it being gone. But it didn't go away. It happened from the time I woke up to the time I went to sleep every day for like 3 months.
The two weeks while she was gone we both felt seperation anxiety. My eyes were constantly bothering me. After a week of Amanda being gone out of NOWHERE I had a panic attack, I think from obsessing about my eyes, IDK. I had NEVER experienced anxiety before, and at first I had no idea what was happening. I called amanda and told her and she calmed me down.
A week later I went to go live with her in Maine. I was nervous. I don't think I had yet accepted the fact that we were dating and that she loved me. I was bewildered by it. I never thought I was good enough for someone like her and it lowered my self-confidence when it should have raised it.
I chilled in her dorm for a couple months, ate food at her dining hall, went to some of her classes with her. She has a few friends on campus and we chilled and smoked with them.
After 2 months I was smoking at her friends house (I guess you could call it our friends house now). And out of nowhere The room looked surreal, like I was dreaming. I felt like I weighed 10,000 lbs, everything looked like it was a cartoon. I thought I was having an acid flash back, or some kind of recursive trip from shrooms. I immediately started having a panic attack. For 60 seconds AKA 10 years I said nothing, and then I grabbed Amandas hand and told her I was having a panic attack. I know believe what I was experiencing was Derealization. I took another hit off the bong and I felt a wave of it come back. A bit of my normal self came back for a second and I said "This is so fucking awesome. This is a totally knew experiencing even though I feel like I'm panicking."
IDK if it was caused by my eyes bothering me, and over thinking it. I don't know if underlying anxiety caused my eyes to start, idk.
After that I became terrified that it was going to happen again. I tried all day every day to figure out the cause of my eye problems and why I was having a panic attack. I had another one 2 weeks later, and then they got more frequent.
Interestingly - While I was having a panic attack my eyes didn't bother me at all, which was kind of a relief, but just gave me another thing to question.
I got a job in Maine as a computer tech, and had to quit after a week and a half because my eyes were driving me crazy. I couldn't focus on anything else. And I became increasingly worried that my inceasant worrying was going to drive Amanda crazy. Eventually my panic attacks got longer and longer, I was constantly trying to find a cause, solve a problem that didn't exist, etc. I would calm myself down and the physical discomfort of my eyes would get worse, it was a loop.
Eventually i had to go to an eye doctor, I didn't have insurance in any state and still don't right now. But i went to Mass and my grandmother took me to the eye doctor. On the way to mass, my eyes felt 90 percent back to normal. Bizarre, right? I got to the eye doctor and they told me they were just dry. I got eye drops. I don't know if they did anything or not because the feeling in my eyes never came back exactly.
I went back to Maine and became increasingly anxious, living in my head. I still smoked and sometimes it made it worse and sometimes it didn't. I eventually stopped smoking for a month and nothing got better. I started smoking again. My court case came up and I was put on probation and had to stop smoking, that was like 2 months ago. I haven't smoked and don't know if I feel better.
VERY IMPORTANT:
After court I had to move back down to Boston. Amanda only had 3 weeks of school left and then she could come down and live with me in Plymouth.
I became increasingly anxious. Amanda came down after 3 weeks and for the first few days I felt better.
After about a week I started having severe depersonalization and derealization. I would look at people talking and it was like I was watching fear and loathing in las vegas. Nothing looked real. I looked at Amanda hoping for her to look familiar. She didn't. That was awful. It was like I had never seen her before.
A month prior amanda said to me: It's not me causing the anxiety right? At the time I laughed that off as I knew it wasn't. But now i became obsessed with the thought that it could be amanda causing my anxiety. That was the last thing in the world I wanted and I fought so hard to keep that thought out of my mind. It was like I associated her with panick attacks and couldn't undue it.
At one point I had a panic attack for days straight, my mom brought me to the emergency room.
A psychiatrist explained some things to me, how you DO associate people your with, things you're doing, and places you go with Panick attacks. This explained a lot to me.
Things I associated with panic attacks:
Smoking pot
Eating in cafeterias
Waking up
Worst: Amanda
After the doctors I felt amazing, back to my giddy old self. I was running around in happiness and me and amanda had a great few days before she left for school.
But something wasn't right. I know knew Amanda wasn't causing my anxiety, but Amanda seemed strange to me. I still felt great, but I was in disbelief that I was dating amanda.
This is how I think I felt at the time.
It's like I met amanda a couple weeks ago, and we're just friends.
WHICH IS INSANE because we had been dating for 6 or 7 months and I lived with her for 4 of them!!!
This became my only problem, and it came and went. I was obviously just over thinking things. I tried to remember my past with amanda but i couldn't
I became obsessed that I didn't feel the right away about amanda.
I basically instantly developed what I now Know to be ROCD. I began to question everything about her. Do I love her, If I love her how come being with her doesn't cure my anxiety. Do I feel relief from anxiety when I'm not with her? I think I do. Why would I feel that. I shouldn't feel like this. I shouldn't question this? If I'm questioning it do I not love her? Have I always felt this way? I think I've always felt this way.
I told her about it and she was hurt. She was supportive and told me not to think like that and it's just my brain playing tricks on me.
I was in tears telling her, balling my eyes out uncontrollably. She was crying too, she said it's the hardest thing she's ever had to hear.
She asked me, "Do you remember that you love me yet."
That was the hardest thing I've ever had to hear.
The next day I woke up panicking, and most nights since then I've woke up panicking.
I became terrified of ROCD happening again. I obsessed over it, I questioned everything. Thoughts loops all day every day.
I found the term ROCD and that has helped, now that I know it's actually a thing.
A couple of weeks ago I suddenly became terrified that I had forgotten who amanda was. Like amnesia. I panicked about that for 2 days. That was even scarier than just ROCD or Anxiety. I was terrified. I called her and told her. I shouldn't have, it was probably disturbing to her. But at this point she just laughs a little and tells me I'm crazy. That definitely helped.
What got me out of that craziness is the fact that I realized I didn't FORGET who amanda was, but I was TERRIFIED of the THOUGHT of somehow forgetting who amanda was. I learned that you feel what you think and that I was trying to solve a problem that didn't exist and that helped.
Amanda comes down and visits me every couple of weeks. She is still perfect and she hasn't changed, but I feel detached from my own brain. I'm tired of this. I just want to feel content and normal and stop questioning everything.
TRIPPING ON SHROOMS IS THE FIRST TIME I FELT THE SENSATION OF ANXIETY IN MY LIFE. I thought it was interesting and it only lasted 20 minutes or so.
So now we've reached last June. I just got arrested and lost most of my money, the rest of my money goes to the lawyer, Amandas parents hate me, my mom and grandmother is disturbed. Amanda doesn't blame me and still loves me and I am shocked about that. But even after this I still wasn't stressed, no anxiety, I was more excited that I would have this story to tell my kids when they're old enough.
So me and Amanda live the poor life the rest of the summer, court was pushed to 6 months later so it wasn't on our minds. We both got a job at McDonalds and stayed at our friend Codys house. We still smoked all day every day.
VERY IMPORTANT:
The end of the summer came, Amandas parents started to like me again. Amanda went to college, after two weeks I went up to live with her in her dorm. Literally the description of my wildest fantasies a few months prior.
Two weeks before she left I got food poisoning for 2 days, puking once every 5 minutes. Amanda took care of me.
One week before she left: I started getting this annoying eye sensation. Like everytime I moved my eyes they would "bother" me. Everytime I tried to focus on something they would "bother" me. I had experienced this very very very briefly in high school, on a couple occasions. I assumed it was the lights. But this was different. It went on all day and I couldn't stop obsessively looking for an answer, I became worried that it wouldn't go away and it would ruin me and Amandas relationship. I couldn't wait to go to sleep that night and wake up to it being gone. But it didn't go away. It happened from the time I woke up to the time I went to sleep every day for like 3 months.
The two weeks while she was gone we both felt seperation anxiety. My eyes were constantly bothering me. After a week of Amanda being gone out of NOWHERE I had a panic attack, I think from obsessing about my eyes, IDK. I had NEVER experienced anxiety before, and at first I had no idea what was happening. I called amanda and told her and she calmed me down.
A week later I went to go live with her in Maine. I was nervous. I don't think I had yet accepted the fact that we were dating and that she loved me. I was bewildered by it. I never thought I was good enough for someone like her and it lowered my self-confidence when it should have raised it.
I chilled in her dorm for a couple months, ate food at her dining hall, went to some of her classes with her. She has a few friends on campus and we chilled and smoked with them.
After 2 months I was smoking at her friends house (I guess you could call it our friends house now). And out of nowhere The room looked surreal, like I was dreaming. I felt like I weighed 10,000 lbs, everything looked like it was a cartoon. I thought I was having an acid flash back, or some kind of recursive trip from shrooms. I immediately started having a panic attack. For 60 seconds AKA 10 years I said nothing, and then I grabbed Amandas hand and told her I was having a panic attack. I know believe what I was experiencing was Derealization. I took another hit off the bong and I felt a wave of it come back. A bit of my normal self came back for a second and I said "This is so fucking awesome. This is a totally knew experiencing even though I feel like I'm panicking."
IDK if it was caused by my eyes bothering me, and over thinking it. I don't know if underlying anxiety caused my eyes to start, idk.
After that I became terrified that it was going to happen again. I tried all day every day to figure out the cause of my eye problems and why I was having a panic attack. I had another one 2 weeks later, and then they got more frequent.
Interestingly - While I was having a panic attack my eyes didn't bother me at all, which was kind of a relief, but just gave me another thing to question.
I got a job in Maine as a computer tech, and had to quit after a week and a half because my eyes were driving me crazy. I couldn't focus on anything else. And I became increasingly worried that my inceasant worrying was going to drive Amanda crazy. Eventually my panic attacks got longer and longer, I was constantly trying to find a cause, solve a problem that didn't exist, etc. I would calm myself down and the physical discomfort of my eyes would get worse, it was a loop.
Eventually i had to go to an eye doctor, I didn't have insurance in any state and still don't right now. But i went to Mass and my grandmother took me to the eye doctor. On the way to mass, my eyes felt 90 percent back to normal. Bizarre, right? I got to the eye doctor and they told me they were just dry. I got eye drops. I don't know if they did anything or not because the feeling in my eyes never came back exactly.
I went back to Maine and became increasingly anxious, living in my head. I still smoked and sometimes it made it worse and sometimes it didn't. I eventually stopped smoking for a month and nothing got better. I started smoking again. My court case came up and I was put on probation and had to stop smoking, that was like 2 months ago. I haven't smoked and don't know if I feel better.
VERY IMPORTANT:
After court I had to move back down to Boston. Amanda only had 3 weeks of school left and then she could come down and live with me in Plymouth.
I became increasingly anxious. Amanda came down after 3 weeks and for the first few days I felt better.
After about a week I started having severe depersonalization and derealization. I would look at people talking and it was like I was watching fear and loathing in las vegas. Nothing looked real. I looked at Amanda hoping for her to look familiar. She didn't. That was awful. It was like I had never seen her before.
A month prior amanda said to me: It's not me causing the anxiety right? At the time I laughed that off as I knew it wasn't. But now i became obsessed with the thought that it could be amanda causing my anxiety. That was the last thing in the world I wanted and I fought so hard to keep that thought out of my mind. It was like I associated her with panick attacks and couldn't undue it.
At one point I had a panic attack for days straight, my mom brought me to the emergency room.
A psychiatrist explained some things to me, how you DO associate people your with, things you're doing, and places you go with Panick attacks. This explained a lot to me.
Things I associated with panic attacks:
Smoking pot
Eating in cafeterias
Waking up
Worst: Amanda
After the doctors I felt amazing, back to my giddy old self. I was running around in happiness and me and amanda had a great few days before she left for school.
But something wasn't right. I know knew Amanda wasn't causing my anxiety, but Amanda seemed strange to me. I still felt great, but I was in disbelief that I was dating amanda.
This is how I think I felt at the time.
It's like I met amanda a couple weeks ago, and we're just friends.
WHICH IS INSANE because we had been dating for 6 or 7 months and I lived with her for 4 of them!!!
This became my only problem, and it came and went. I was obviously just over thinking things. I tried to remember my past with amanda but i couldn't
I became obsessed that I didn't feel the right away about amanda.
I basically instantly developed what I now Know to be ROCD. I began to question everything about her. Do I love her, If I love her how come being with her doesn't cure my anxiety. Do I feel relief from anxiety when I'm not with her? I think I do. Why would I feel that. I shouldn't feel like this. I shouldn't question this? If I'm questioning it do I not love her? Have I always felt this way? I think I've always felt this way.
I told her about it and she was hurt. She was supportive and told me not to think like that and it's just my brain playing tricks on me.
I was in tears telling her, balling my eyes out uncontrollably. She was crying too, she said it's the hardest thing she's ever had to hear.
She asked me, "Do you remember that you love me yet."
That was the hardest thing I've ever had to hear.
The next day I woke up panicking, and most nights since then I've woke up panicking.
I became terrified of ROCD happening again. I obsessed over it, I questioned everything. Thoughts loops all day every day.
I found the term ROCD and that has helped, now that I know it's actually a thing.
A couple of weeks ago I suddenly became terrified that I had forgotten who amanda was. Like amnesia. I panicked about that for 2 days. That was even scarier than just ROCD or Anxiety. I was terrified. I called her and told her. I shouldn't have, it was probably disturbing to her. But at this point she just laughs a little and tells me I'm crazy. That definitely helped.
What got me out of that craziness is the fact that I realized I didn't FORGET who amanda was, but I was TERRIFIED of the THOUGHT of somehow forgetting who amanda was. I learned that you feel what you think and that I was trying to solve a problem that didn't exist and that helped.
Amanda comes down and visits me every couple of weeks. She is still perfect and she hasn't changed, but I feel detached from my own brain. I'm tired of this. I just want to feel content and normal and stop questioning everything.