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I can't believe it. I feel as though I have woken up from a long, long nightmare.
I know posting this information might be looked at as irresponsible or reckless by some people, but if even one more person is helped by this message it's a risk I'm willing to take.
Read the below and take with a word of caution. I am not recommending you do all of this, as each person will likely have to find their own way to cope. But the below is what worked for me.
I was in a traumatic accident in 2006. I had many issues, but finally had a little bit of knowledge about what was wrong when I was diagnosed with PTSD in 2009.
Initially I refused help, but ended up going to a talk therapist. It helped a bit.
I also started treatment with generic paxil. That also helped a bit. I also kept out of extremely stressful situations which caused my anxiety to peak, and loved to take nature walks and work with animals.
I wasn't cured, however, and attempted to self-medicate (nothing illegal.) I tried various things, and ended up taking Dextromethorophan Hyrdobromide. Yes, it was a last resort and I didn't care much for it at first, but I was at the end of my rope. "Robotripping" is what kids call it apparently, and I tried it to distance my self from the physical and emotional pain I was in. But this was what was interesting:
I didn't want to overdose and have permanent problems later, so I started out slow. Over the period of days, then weeks, I took greater and greater amounts, while sitting in a dark quiet room. Occasionally I had a slight panic attack (not too bad) afterwards, and really strange periods of 'deja vu' which made me think of the Matrix movies. Finally one day I started to think the following while on a 'trip'-
I'm forgetting who I am.... Who am I? Oh, I am a human female.... my name is XXXXX and my parents are XXXXX. There is a whole world out there, that was there before I was born, and will be there after I am gone. I hope I don't permanently forget who I am, but the relaxed feeling is nice.... And everything will be OK, because none of my decisions will cause the end of the world.
And that was it. I noticed that over the next several days things were changing, and I was no longer afraid and no longer panicked. It had ended. I had awoken.
Again, I am NOT trying to say go dose yourself up, as I have had courses in chemistry and toxicology, and was extremely careful. I am only saying that ALL of the things I did as a whole ended up working- all accumulating over the course of several years.
Just know that there is an end to it. You are not alone.
I know posting this information might be looked at as irresponsible or reckless by some people, but if even one more person is helped by this message it's a risk I'm willing to take.
Read the below and take with a word of caution. I am not recommending you do all of this, as each person will likely have to find their own way to cope. But the below is what worked for me.
I was in a traumatic accident in 2006. I had many issues, but finally had a little bit of knowledge about what was wrong when I was diagnosed with PTSD in 2009.
Initially I refused help, but ended up going to a talk therapist. It helped a bit.
I also started treatment with generic paxil. That also helped a bit. I also kept out of extremely stressful situations which caused my anxiety to peak, and loved to take nature walks and work with animals.
I wasn't cured, however, and attempted to self-medicate (nothing illegal.) I tried various things, and ended up taking Dextromethorophan Hyrdobromide. Yes, it was a last resort and I didn't care much for it at first, but I was at the end of my rope. "Robotripping" is what kids call it apparently, and I tried it to distance my self from the physical and emotional pain I was in. But this was what was interesting:
I didn't want to overdose and have permanent problems later, so I started out slow. Over the period of days, then weeks, I took greater and greater amounts, while sitting in a dark quiet room. Occasionally I had a slight panic attack (not too bad) afterwards, and really strange periods of 'deja vu' which made me think of the Matrix movies. Finally one day I started to think the following while on a 'trip'-
I'm forgetting who I am.... Who am I? Oh, I am a human female.... my name is XXXXX and my parents are XXXXX. There is a whole world out there, that was there before I was born, and will be there after I am gone. I hope I don't permanently forget who I am, but the relaxed feeling is nice.... And everything will be OK, because none of my decisions will cause the end of the world.
And that was it. I noticed that over the next several days things were changing, and I was no longer afraid and no longer panicked. It had ended. I had awoken.
Again, I am NOT trying to say go dose yourself up, as I have had courses in chemistry and toxicology, and was extremely careful. I am only saying that ALL of the things I did as a whole ended up working- all accumulating over the course of several years.
Just know that there is an end to it. You are not alone.
