'...once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.'
At time I had very nasty depressive episode that made me unable to cope with every day life. And made me a bit of a cunt. Or maybe I've already been a cunt before, not sure. Life was a bit like that of Navy Seal during hell week, make it to the next meal. Enter ibogaine. Not quite sure how I stumbled upon it, but I was happy to give it ago.
I got 25 grams of powdered root, took half of teaspoon to test for negative reaction and waited half hour. After 30 minutes I was still breathing, so it was go time. I completly fucked up planning phase, should've pack powder into capsules making it easier to swallow. Instead I ate entire thing. Scoop by scoop. Entire fucking thing. It tasted so awfully that I was sure if I won't throw up after this my stomach is probably made from steel.
I had to wait roughly 90 minutes for any effects to materialize. First humming in my ears. Then some visuals with eyes closed and hallucinations with eyes open. Not bad. Milion thoughts going through my head, but I was so disconnected from any feelings that bad trip simply wasn't an option. Neither was good trip. It was more like a bland trip. And then I don't remember shit. Fuck.
I got up next day, not sure if I was asleep or just out. I couldn't see on one eye and my motor functions were fucked. I was bumping into things and pissing in the straight line was a bit challenging at this point. I ate few bananas, drank bottle of water and went back to bed thinking I am most likely fucked for like, but strangely I didn't find it very concering. Not sure if I slept that night. I started seeing well and regaing my balance next evening. To celebrate I went out, had some proper food and few drinks, met few friends. Again no sleep. I felt fairly well, met a friend next who told me I look better than I did a day before. And feels like I got out of my head a little bit, so I did what every reasonable adult would do, strated planning round two.
Fast forward couple months.
On my second cleanse I was prepared a bit better. Got up at 9, took a shower, got myself together and swallowed 2g of TA extract around 10. 45 minutes later I started feeling itching in my legs, so I put away my laptop and patiently waited for things to happen. And they did. My stomach started sending me signals that this time everything is going out. Everything. So I puked. And then I took shit. And then I puked again. And again. And one more time just to be sure. I got back to bed making sure I've got safety bucket next to it. And it was right call, because it was in a constant use for the next hour. And then puking stopped and I was happy camper once again.
I had interesting trip inside my psyche with total disconnection from my body. I've never been more relaxed in my life, letting go of my body, but being able to feel everything again if I wanted to. I went over some personal issues that were long buried in my mind, but it wasn't very retrospective, more of a speculation how different scenarios would play out. It is very likely I passed out a for while in the morning, but I wouldnt call it sleeping. I got out of bed at 10 next morning, slightly dehydrated and hungry, but without any negative effects. I had a breakfest, laid in bed for a while and went for a walk. I was fine in the evening. Except for slight back pain from lying in the same postion for almost 24 hours. Things you do to feel better, am I right?
