I’ll probably end up deleting this…
I did way too much meth one time… And it ■■■■■■ me up so bad. I didn’t realize how messed up I was and I had no idea what was about to happen. The TV was talking to me, full on 100%. They were saying the government has this new “meth head test” you can take using the TV or radio I guess. I thought they could somehow measure the amount of meth in your brain or the amount of damage it had done.
I forgot exactly how the test worked- you were supposed to follow this dot with your eyes and say stop when you started hearing voices outloud… I kept trying to do it and I couldn’t.
You were supposed to remain quiet while taking it and I thought that meant my thoughts would mess it up somehow. So I felt pressured not to think a single thing and I felt like if I failed this test- I would be considered a meth head for life by everyone and by the government. I thought that people could read people in a certain way, and it was the norm… And i thought the government would automatically let people know this person (me) is a meth head… Like a heads up. Like… People look at me and automatically hear “meth head!!!”
So much pressure was felt and I kept messing up. The TV was telling me (or the voice in my head… I can’t quiet remember where I was hearing it from) that I failed. They made it seem like this huge deal, I failed, my life was over. I am now a meth head. They gave me 2 tries. When i failed those times they were like “okay most people don’t fail it what is wrong with you… This could be serious. We’re going to try one more time and that’s it.” So I was freaking out all serious about it.
And at this time the government was letting my family know something really bad was going on with me and that they needed to be around because I was going to need someone. (So basically this was just a huge ass deal…)
Well I failed the last time. I was in shock and I didn’t know what to do. They said the limit is three times to take it. I kinda just sat there in shock. Really not knowing what to do. The TV was still on. God talked to me through the TV saying he made a deal and they were going to give me this test ONE LAST TIME
(I was so relieved I got another chance and felt so lucky and thankful I started balling my eyes out thinking thank you god thank you god)
and the government came back on and said they had to ‘reset’ my head so I could start fresh…
note… All of this happened really fast. I was feeling every emotion x100000, my mind was literally in overdrive and couldn’t take this. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever been through and like I said my mind was in shock and couldn’t take this
They talked me through this mind reset thing (this is scary af) saying, alright you’re going to feel pressure here, and I felt it. They said “feel this here?” And I did. It felt like they were tensing up parts of my brain, but towards the end, I felt my brain literally … Tense up reaaly really tight and then like … Release… That doesn’t explain it right… It felt like my mind literally blew up. Like my head was just bombed. Like a volcano erupted in my head. It was the scariest feeling and I will never forget it. (WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BRAIN?!)
I remember hearing that I’m changed forever. That everyone’s going to know. God I’m sorry this post is a mess. I haven’t written about it or tried to be specific about it since it happened. But I was traumatized by this. I think I ODed on meth, and my head literally did something it wasn’t supposed to. And I haven’t been the same since. And I always hear that I have a shot out brain and that I have brain damage. These thoughts are debilitating because I believe them and it scares the ■■■■ out of me.
I used to be somewhat normal and my thoughts were good and nice and interesting. Now I feel shot out when I start to think about it. I don’t know.
After this whole traumatizing episode thing happened I heard the TV or whoever… Idk who… Tell me the meth head test was just a joke. And I took it way way way serious and turned it into a life changing test… Idk why I did but I did. I chose the wrong direction to take that… Maybe if I wasnt tweaked off my ass alone at home this wouldn’t have happened. ■■■■ I don’t know. Btw this was a few years ago, and I left a bunch of stuff out… Its hard to remember it all. But I remember it all feeling so real. Its taken me a long time to get over this. I’m still not over it. I feel like my brain is damaged… I feel like I was messed with by something, idk what… Probably evil because meth is the devils drug. But ah whatever. Sorry my post sucks but that’s my story.
This isn’t me anymore. I’m sober.
This was just a horrible trip.