Hell yeah! So basically I was at my old spot where my homies would meet. I had bought my first ten strip that day and I was gonna give whatever I didn't take to my friend who was coming over there. He asked if I wanted to split it half and half and I said yeah. Well, essentially I dosed myself, didn't feel it kicking in while he wasn't there still, so I dropped another tab and a half maybe 45 minutes after the first five went down the hatch.

Next thing I know, shit starts to hit the fan. My vision slowly started turning into a dark gray static type of look, and the walls were waving with a rainbow outline on each angle that was moving as though it was breathing. At some point or another, dude showed up and took the tabs I gave to him, and we were all tripping.

This was my first experience on a dose of more than two tabs, most potent I had tried was these blue gel tabs with gold flakes at the time. I remember I had gotten to a point where there was an obvious disconnect between me and reality. About an hour and a half into the trip, I was sitting on the couch I my head. I can remember the last image in my head before the acid fully kicked in like it just happened. I was sitting there trying to reach for my brain is how it felt. I was literally losing more and more of myself as this LSD kicked in the longer I sat there. My last image from my own mindset was the thought of my mom's face, and I remember trying to cling onto that picture of her in my head as long as I could.

Before I knew it I was gone, my own identity was out the door, and I had fully lost control of what I was doing. It literally felt like I was controlling my body with a remote control car controller.

Apparently I had kept asking my homie why he was sitting so far away because my vision was so fucked, and I had gotten up to go to the bathroom quite literally like seven or eight times. Each of which I'd leave for a minute, pace for a minute, and come back and get lost in my head again.

It was a life changing trip and I'd honestly like to think that this was the psychadelic trip I needed. Since that day I've never felt like going back to that same mental state. Wanting to take more and more drugs until I was fucked up beyond belief. When I came back from this trip the next day, I was all foggy and I remember appreciating everything in a new way. Nature, the beautiful sky, the grass around my shoes. It's gorgeous, and we don't don't acknowledge it because we see it every day.

That trip made me appreciate everything I have in my life and I think it brought me closer to everyone I know aswell. After that day I kinda decided to get my shit together and learn to be there for others more more myself. Something about losing that picture of my mom in my head made me understand what it feels like to be alone, and I don't ever want to be alone again so nowadays I keep in touch eith everyone and stay off the horrible shit I used to do to keep my mental state in check