Letting my desert sulcata tortoise, Terry the Tortoise Houdini outside for some enrichment, sunlight, and a bath. Lost him, found him, and then 10 minutes later, lost him again, if he was actually a sniper I’d definitely have died everytime we go outside.
In honor of today being the anniversary for me being drug free for 8 years today I wanted to tell people what happened that led to it. This is kinda long so please bear with me. TW—drug abuse, overdose, suicide/self harm
I had just moved back into my parents house not long before this and my stepdad and I never really got along well (he introduced drugs to me almost 15 years ago now) and him and I had gotten into an absolute screaming match about the cat I’m pretty sure, and having had PTSD from 2013 of him and I getting into a physical altercation after a screaming match like this, I decided to leave.
About 15 minutes go by and I get a message from a friend, we’ll call him Mike, and he asks if I want to chill and do some shrooms possibly, I agree.
So I go and meet up with Mike, and we get the shrooms, and then go get some OJ (apparently that helps with the hallucinations idk) and then we drive to the local nature center and eat the shrooms and drink the OJ and go for a nature walk/hike.
I know the nature center like the back of my hand, but am new to shrooms. He knows shrooms like the back of his hand, but is new to the nature center— unbeknownst to me.
So we go on our hike off the beaten trail and we come up to a bench that’s on a hill we were climbing, and he asks if we can sit down, so we do and I can tell he’s not okay, but I ask, “hey bro are you good?” He then says “I’m f*cked up bro I’m real f*cked up” and then goes completely limp, eyes roll back, head drops back, making choking noises and he’s completely unresponsive on the bench next to me. We’re both high as kites so I start freaking out and lean him to his side and forward on the bench in case he’s choking on vomit.
Eventually he comes back to his senses and asks why I look so freaked out, and has zero memory or awareness of what just happened. So I explain the whole day to him because he doesn’t have any memory of the past like 3-4 hours at this point. So we decide to leave and go to steak and shake to get food to absorb the chemicals in his stomach so that he can come down and sober up quicker. We get our food, we eat and then leave and he asks if I want to get some coke and acid and go to a rave tonight (it was Midnight Tyrannosaurus) and I agree cause I don’t want to go home and the show sounds cool and cause there’s more drugs.
So we go, we get the drugs, go to the show (amazing) and then we sit in the car for about 2 hours for me to sober up enough to drive because the combined hallucinogens decided to kick in as we were walking out of the venue. I get him home finally and go to a different friends house to stay the night, and at about 4am, Mike texts me. He asks if I’m safe, and then tells me what he thought happened earlier and that he thinks he saw God. He explains that he had a sensory overload which fried his brain and caused him to die temporarily (which is why he saw God)
I got clean 8 years ago now because I’m already on my 2nd chance at life. I tried to take my life with the combination of self harm and overdosing on my antidepressants. I knew that I wasn’t going to get another chance after this one, and that if I face death again, I won’t be coming back from it.
TL/DR: friend and I got high on shrooms, Coke and acid, he OD’d, came back, and I got clean because I’ve already OD’d once myself. Now I’m 8 years clean