13 Harrowing Tales Of Meth Abuse

4. Some Drugs Aren’t Meant for Everyone

by Natas from Erowid (ExpID 5186)

I looked over at my cats who happened to be fighting and out of nowhere they started shouting obscenities at each other. My face had a look of shock upon it as I realized that this wasn’t something that happened to other people with such small amounts. By this time the glowing had intensified greatly and everything around me was a different color than usual and many things were shooting sparks and rays of light. There was a shadow of another person constantly next to mine who kept whispering random words in my ear. I could no longer breathe without consciously making myself do it so I spent every few seconds remembering to breathe for fear I would die.

I walked to the bathroom to splash some water on my face which was very hot and there was a man pointing to the light switch with enthusiasm as if waiting for me to turn it on. I couldn’t even see myself in the mirror because it had turned white. I was worried but I did not panic because I didn’t feel any different than when I was normally on meth I was just hallucinating. I continued to have many hallucinations that would take forever to list and I became worried that I may end up schizophrenic when the drug wears off. The only blessing in disguise I had was that when I realized I was unable to sleep for obvious reasons I just stopped making myself breathe and within a minute or two I was unconscious. I considered the fact that doing this may kill me but I figured that when I fell asleep my body would return to breathing automatically and thankfully I was right.

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5. Numbness, Hallucination, Paranoia

by Chris from Erowid (ExpID 9451)

I started hallucinating really intense. The top of my body and my face had gotten really red and it felt like I was getting a high temperature. At first I thought it was the best feeling in the world, sitting in bed watching the wall doing waves. Shadows and lights were really doing weird things. A bug flying on the blue TV screen looked a lot like an eagle flying slowly inside my TV. Wings were very detailed. Cigarette smoke curled in the air took the shape of the mask off of scream.

At the time all of this was happening, I still had a sense of reality but the later it got the more reality slipped away and the last things I remember was looking at my wrist and saying something like ‘damn where’s the dope monster? He’s supposed to come and see me for the party. He is late.’

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