I recently acquired 3.5 g of P. Cubensis mushrooms. So Friday my girlfriend and I split the mushrooms, cut them up and sprinkled them onto some pizza, which we then consumed with much joy. After about an hour of feeling uncomfortable to various degrees, we started to feel the shrooms kick in. For me, the experience was really just like a very happy drunkenness. I wasn't hallucinating very much, aside from strange fluctuations in my vision which were amusing but not really what I was expecting. My girlfriend, on the other hand, was experiencing a lot more visuals than I was and in general enjoying the "trip" more.
So I decided to smoke some weed. Actually, I vaporized it. I took two balloons (7-8 large hits) full of vapor from this strain I have called "Big Bud." It's extremely potent, and I got high beyond all reason. I started to feel one with the world. I felt I could gaze into people's souls simply by looking at them. It was absolutely incredible.
But after about fifteen minutes of bliss, something went wrong. I kept thinking my girlfriend was making all these strange faces at me. Then I just started straight up seeing evil, contorted expressions and entities that weren't there. I freaked the fuck out. For the next two hours I went through hell. I was seeing demons, corpses, and all kinds of horrors everywhere, especially when I closed my eyes. I had extreme difficulty breathing, and my pulse was dropping to very low levels. I literally thought I was going to die at several points and asked my girlfriend to call the hospital. I'm glad she didn't, because I lived through it in the end, but there were times when I couldn't even breathe. Drinking water seemed to help slightly, and I was urinating in ridiculous amounts (over 25 times in about 4 hours). Waves of extreme paranoia struck me every time I finished urinating, and it took constant effort to fight the insanity that was overwhelming me.
I am an atheist, but I was calling out to God to help me. That's how intense this was. It was absolutely the most horrible experience of my entire life. I think if I hadn't fought the insanity successfully, I would have developed a bad mental disorder or ended up in a coma.
I found out later from talking to my brother that the reason for my bad trip was probably some medication I'm on. My doctor prescribed me some Trazodone for sleeping, but it turns out Trazodone is also an SSRI anti-depressant. It also turns out that mixing SSRIs with shrooms is a guarantee of a bad trip.
I still am very wound up (on Sunday) and have had several anxiety attacks for no reason whatsoever. I have never had anxiety attacks before in my life. I'm pretty worried I may continue to have these, but I hope with a little more time I'll forget the experience and revert to normality.
In summation, shrooms can put you through heaven or hell. I happened to experience a lot more of the latter. I would caution anyone wanting to try shrooms to read up on them extensively before doing so. If I had done this myself, things would have turned out a lot differently, but I got too caught up in the excitement of psychedelic experimentation and forgot to be smart.
I hope this post helps someone avoid sharing my experience, as it's not something I would ever wish on anyone.
