The Day I Should Have Stopped
The day I should have stopped began at 10 am in Portland, Oregon while I was on vacation. As I walked down the street to a small brunch place to grab a coffee, I had no idea what was in store for me later that day. I went to downtown Oregon to visit Pioneer Courthouse Square. Later, I got picked up by two acquaintances in a minivan that clearly didn’t belong to them. There were children’s toys in the back and I asked where we were going. They told me we were going to the western side of the city.
At that point in my life, I had just graduated high school and had been experimenting with drugs for two years already. The reason for driving to the west side of the city was to check out a tree house. When we got there, I noticed it was more of a plywood bunker then a tree house. We went inside and began smoking weed. After a few minutes, one of the others leaned over and offered me two tabs of paper. He said they were equal to four hits (or doses) of acid. I stick both of them in my mouth.
He told me I should be careful but its already too late as both of the pieces of paper are almost completely dissolved. I remember standing up and stepping out of the bunker.
After that, everything is a blur. I must have gotten in two different cars. The first car took me to a place where there were a dozen or so guys I didn’t know. One of them was annoyed I’d been brought there, saying I was too messed up to be there and that his parents were home.
In that moment all I could think was this “I will never remember any of these people so there is no point in getting to know them.” I wish this was the end of what I decided, but my thoughts went from that to “getting to know people is pointless because relationships with people don’t last.” A friend who I had been staying with came to get me but I wouldn’t or rather I couldn’t get myself to leave. Luckily for me, she stayed with me till I snapped out of it the following morning.
Unfortunately this wasn’t the end of what acid had done to me. For the following six months, I didn’t meet anyone else, I had trouble talking to people I didn’t know and I went from enjoying meeting people to being stuck in my own head.
I wish I could say that was the last time I used drugs or the last time I used LSD, but it wasn’t. It took me three long, destructive years until I went to Narconon and was able to view my life and my drug use and what it had done to me. Those realizations helped me turn my life back around!
