I had the all too real choice between staying awake to live and going to sleep to die. As I stared at the swirling shapes on the wall, I contemplated whether it would even be worth it to fight. I called, as I had done to no avail many times before, for someone to help. Either they could not hear me or they did not care to help. As my eyes started to sag, I thought of never waking up. My heart raced faster than it already was. The jolt lifted my eyelids from the depths of insanity and I made the decision. Surviving the terror of a BkMDMA overdose helped me overcome my addiction by revealing to me all of the things I cared about, generating a negative feeling to associate with drug use, and showing me where my life was going.
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Energy flowed through my body like a lightning bolt had struck me. Creativity began to flow as freely as the molten glass in front of me. It didn’t take long before the thirst came. I felt as though I was trapped in a desert. It was scorching in that room and I could not take it anymore. I went to the bathroom and tried the sink, only to realize that there was no running water in this building. I was getting dizzy. I stumbled out of the bathroom and grabbed as many bottles of water as I could from the fridge. As pulled the curtain to the bathroom closed and sat on the toilet, I told myself that it would be over soon. My heart was racing and my skin was clammy. The heat coming off my chest was unbearable. Panic was inevitable. I was too hot. I was too high. The room was spinning and I could not make it stop. Images appeared on the walls and they were screaming at me. Incomprehensible words that probably did not even exist in the English language. I freaked out and took off my shirt to throw it at a particularly evil looking face that morphed out of a spider web in the corner. The face went away, only to be replaced by sound that I could see radiating from the spot. I sat on the toilet and covered my eyes. Hot. Hot. Hot. I was way too hot. I opened another bottle of water and poured it all over my body. I needed to cool down immediately. My pants had to come off. I never anticipated the terror I was
The deafening …show more content…
Energy flowed through my body like a lightning bolt had struck me. Creativity began to flow as freely as the molten glass in front of me. It didn’t take long before the thirst came. I felt as though I was trapped in a desert. It was scorching in that room and I could not take it anymore. I went to the bathroom and tried the sink, only to realize that there was no running water in this building. I was getting dizzy. I stumbled out of the bathroom and grabbed as many bottles of water as I could from the fridge. As pulled the curtain to the bathroom closed and sat on the toilet, I told myself that it would be over soon. My heart was racing and my skin was clammy. The heat coming off my chest was unbearable. Panic was inevitable. I was too hot. I was too high. The room was spinning and I could not make it stop. Images appeared on the walls and they were screaming at me. Incomprehensible words that probably did not even exist in the English language. I freaked out and took off my shirt to throw it at a particularly evil looking face that morphed out of a spider web in the corner. The face went away, only to be replaced by sound that I could see radiating from the spot. I sat on the toilet and covered my eyes. Hot. Hot. Hot. I was way too hot. I opened another bottle of water and poured it all over my body. I needed to cool down immediately. My pants had to come off. I never anticipated the terror I was