First LSD Study in 40 Years Finds Therapeutic Potential

I've been waiting a while to share this story. I am in no way trying to discourage the use of the drug or its benefits, simply sharing a story.

About 2 years ago, my friend told me he had some LSD to take, and wanted me to join. We were to go to a big park over here in Michigan called Rivers Bend, and the original plan was to play some disc golf. We had I believe 8 tabs total, and he was the experienced one with the drug, while I just loved to smoke weed. I decided it was time to try it out once and get it over with, just to see how it would alter my mind and make me think.

We had 2 friends that go biking on the long trails of the park, and they were the ones to drive us. We put the tabs in, and off we went to the park. He told me not to take the tabs out until later, so I was alright with that. He told me he had used the same LSD many times, and I felt comfortable knowing he was so experienced and confident.

Upon JUST arriving to the park, I started to feel the effects of the LSD. I thought that it should be enough, and I took them out of my bottom gum and threw them out of the window without telling him, since I had already began to feel the effects pretty hard. Daft Punk was on, and I was really into it. I felt a whole other dimension coming on.

We get to the park, our two friends go our separate ways to go biking, and my buddy decides hey, lets not play disc golf. Lets just go for a walk for a while in some trails away from the public, just to get a feel for the drugs and stay not-paranoid. The trail we walked on was about 20 yards into the woods, and the level was a bit lower than the park itself. I felt as if I was 1000 miles from anyone as soon as we started walking, but my mind felt clear. I experienced a lot, we talked about our trip and kept each other walking and talking. This is when the shit hit the fan.

He stopped talking. He stopped walking. He stood there with a blank stare on his face. "You alright man?", I said, starting to kind of worry about him. He started to shake. His arms went in front of his body like he was holding on to handle bars. He fell sideways into a 7 ft dead tree in a ditch that had branches protruding from it, and he fell right into it, collapsing into the ditch. He was having a full on seizure. I couldn't tell if this was reality or the trip. My heart was beating faster than I ever felt it beat. I pulled him back onto the trail we were walking, and he just laid there, still seizing. My mind was in a totally different place. He started to turn blue. I felt as if I was in a commercial for why you don't do drugs. My hands were shaking furiously. Then I realized... What if this happens to me out here? We could both die on a trail that was only 20 yards from the main park. I yelled and yelled for help, but nobody came. (Later found out people did hear me and called the police.)

I stayed right with him, telling him to stay with me as he seized and turned blue. I got my phone out, and barely even being able to use it, called my friend that was on his bike. He didn't answer. As soon as the seizing stopped, he started to become very still, with the blank expression still on his face, still blue. His heart had stopped. I preformed CPR on him as this foam like stuff came out of his mouth, and he lay there without making a move. I did this for a minute or two, but it felt like 20 hours. He came back to, but he couldn't talk. When he tried, he would slur his speech so bad, it sounded like he was speaking a different language.

One of the friends on the bikes called me back, and I told him hysterically that something terrible had happened to J, and I was basically carrying him on my back to the main park to get him help. He said they were on their way.

As I came to the main park, I saw an ambulance pull up with a police car, as my two buddies pulled up on their bikes. I walked him to the police, told them what happened, and how it happened. They put me against the cop car, asked me if we were gay, if I was sucking his dick out there, the regular cop degradation routine. Put me in the back of the cop car, and I waited as they questioned my two other friends on the situation.

They ran my name, and since I have no record, they decided to let me go with the 2 I came with. J left with the ambulance, and we followed it to the hospital. His hearts BPM was some incredibly high number, but he was going to be okay. His speech slowly came back to normal, and his parents came. I couldn't face them, so I had left with the other two when they came to visit him. It was by far the most fucked up thing I had ever gone through, and to this day J still apologizes for what I had to go through. In the end, the only thing that mattered to me was that he was alive, and didn't have the brain damage I assumed he had because of his fucked up speech.

My friend may still have footage of when we came out of the trail, since he was wearing a GoPro. If anyone would like to see it, I can see if he can somehow send it to me. He used that as a way to stop J and anyone else from touching the shit again.

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