I took a high dose of what we were told was 2cb by accident, luckily split the cap with a friend - we have no idea what the dose was to this day.

30 minutes in, instant overheating out of no where. I went to walk outside of the room i was in and the corridor was sort of folding in and out as I walked out of it. I paid down outside on the cold concrete to cool off and felt like I was sinking. I could see my exes face floating above me telling me off for trying hallucinogens. For some reason I got it in my head thst if I walked from one side of a car to another, I would snap out of the trip, so I walked around the car for about half an hour - at some point my buddy came outside and I explained to him what I was doing so he started doing it too. He heads inside to get us water so I follow and end up outside again throwing up what looked like tons of broccoli, kinda funny in hindsite, like an extreme amount of broccoli clouds.

I end up seeing a wolf with balloons tied to it's back at the end of the street, which seemed 10x longer than it actually was. I decided to follow the wolf, which at the time I didn't realise was only a stable sort of image and moved at the same pace away from me as I did towards it. I ended up at the local hospital and went in to ask for something to wake me up from the trip, was told I had to ride it out. Sat outside with some water and laughed at shadows changing colours. Some dude was eating pizza holding a baby and I was convinced the baby could read my mins so I took off and headed for my friends place, even though I was somewhat lost. Everything looked like pastel shit from mario kart, very flat and colorful.

I get back to my buddies house and we all sort of had a decent trip after that for the next 8 hours - seeing weird shit and laughing alot. I'm not sure at what point the trip became manageable, but I'd say about 6 hours into it.

I get home and go to bed, and wake up feeling really fucked up. My grip on reality was still gone, I was thinking weird shit like 'humanity has evolved so much but we still live in house made of cooked mid and 'I should be able to trust people but we have a need for fences and walls to keep people away from us, that sucks'. I felt really floaty, deporsonalised and simply like I would never feel the same again - I still felt like I was tripping.

This feeling lasted for atleast 6 months, every day I could feel myself getting better and better, ever so slightly. Suicide was on my mind, thinking i was broken and would never be the same. I cant blame just that one experience, but it was had a huge impact - i was dabbling with all sorts of drugs at the time and dribking fairly often, diet was shit and my health was probably terrible in general.

The sad part is, I'm not sure if I ever did recover fully or I'm just at a point where I can't get any better. I feel normal now, but i know deep down i cant be certain as to whether or not im the same as i was before the experience - i still feel a tiny bit distant.

On a positive side though, I have a kick ads job, a wife and a family, bought a house and have successfully completed a few trade qualifications so I'm doing alright in that sense. I don't think I'm doing to bad, but I'll never know if I'm the same as I was before. It was really that intense of an experience.