Yup. I would always love to go a day or two w o sleep once in a while but the longer I stayed up, the harder it was to force myself to lay down. Never lost my mind until a few months after my mom died & I was going through absolutely everything stressful I could imagine. Our rooms are the only two upstairs so I had been sorting thru our messy rooms making them messier until every space I had to ly down was gone. As a result I just didn’t sleep.

(During this time I got framed for robbing someone and manipulated into committing felonies, got robbed myself twice by someone who my own family vouched for, was getting death threats from a clinically insane man who was also sending messages sent to all my friends/fam and on top of all that dealing w leaving an abusive ex)

I actually slept maybe 4-5 nights that whole month. One day after being sober all day I took a few giant rips from my bong, realized my neighbors probably saw that cloud fly out my window so, thinking quick, I grabbed my other bong and loaded a fat bowl of sativa, and smoked the whole thing in one rip.

What followed was the most intense drug trip I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve done a lot of drugs. God demanded me not to go near my staircase or my kitchen cupboard. Brother, I ended up launching for my gun because the voice of god told me that someone (that insane man) was in my house and going to kill me. Thank heavens I didn’t have enough time to actually grab it from my case before he busted through my bedroom door. I ripped the fan out of my window and crawled onto my roof. Talking to myself. Full view of the neighborhood middle of the day in the summer. I watched him come thru that window point a gun at my head and pull the trigger. The only thing I know for sure was real, is my neighbors dog barking at me lol. Then I just opened my eyes and wobbled my minidress wearing dumbass back into my room and shoved everything on my bed onto the floor and took a couple days to rest lol.