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These same individuals recount their experience and the thrill the drug provides. The viewer is informed in depth about sex parties at which time the drug is used by an individual to heighten the sensation of these sexual exploits. Although some reported continually using to the point they did not recall engaging in sexual acts. Instead they only remember the method in which they used to get high but report feeling as though it was a great party due to level of energy the drug had caused them to feel. It is described and used by these interviewers in an effort to change the individuals mood to be care free and to have fun. One interviewer stated wanting to feel the experience will never fade away even now as he recounts the experience he wishes he was back in it. While most addictions start as a curiosity the individuals response to it creates the long lasting love hate relationship. Some individuals have been known to start using crystal meth as a way to find a new high transferring a previous addiction to a new

As we know, hallucinogens are a type of drug that specialize in distorting the way a user perceives time, motion, colors, sounds, and self, or simply, causing psychological consequences onto their victims (Volkow 2015). However, the Foundation for a Drug-Free World (FDFW) prefers to link the term “hallucinations”, or psychological experiences in seeing images, hearing sounds and feeling sensations that seem very real but do not exist, to hallucinogens as a better and summarized definition replacement (2016). True to some level, the two categories that make up hallucinogens, classical psychedelics and dissociative drugs, each specialize into specific psychological harm, which correspondingly, simplifies our broad description in what hallucinogens commonly cause. Once a classical hallucinogen, like LSD, psilocybin, and DMT, is taken and ingested, psychological effects consisting of psychotic-like episodes that can occur long after a person has taken the drug, massive mood swings, emotions to swing wildly and unpredictably, real-world sensations to appear unreal, and ultimately intense modifications in the sensorium, the sense of “self,” and the experience of reality, are all experienced throughout the phase up until the presence of the hallucinogen is no longer present in the body (Volkow 2016, Alonso 2015). A very similar process that happens when a dissociative drug is ingested, like PCP, ketamine, dextromethorphan, but instead, events of respiratory depression, heart rate

Consequently so, this is the result for many. Those who cannot bear with the constant stress and anxiety choose to end their lives to relive the pain. October 28th, 2017, I was at work going about a normal day, when all of a sudden, I had a seizure. When I regained consciousness, I was in a hospital bed with people surrounding me. It wasn’t until I gained full consciousness that I realized it was my family who were there with me. I took the week off of work until my shift came back around on Thursday. Every day that had passed prior to my shift all my brain did was replay the entire event over and over again in my head. I did not sleep, I had lost my appetite and all I could think of was the event. I dreaded showing my face again at the restaurant where I worked at. I dreaded going back. Once I arrived to work the following Thursday I was sweating and shaking from the anxiety. 11:00 am hit, the restaurant opened, people came, I froze and went into an anxiety attack. The last thing I recall was sitting in the boss’s office crying and replaying everything in my head once again. Being back was the most frightening thing I had ever experienced to this day. Not wanting to deal with the anxiety and agony of the situation I stopped fighting the feeling that kept me awake, I let my body go. It resulted in a second seizure and again I was in the hospital. This is Thanatos at work. I am a

“Drugs help me feel good.” Most abused drugs produce intense feelings of pleasure. This initial sensation of euphoria is followed by other effects, which differ with the type of drug used. For example, with stimulants such as cocaine, the “high” is followed by feelings of power, self-confidence, and increased energy. In contrast, the euphoria caused by opiates such as heroin is followed by feelings of relaxation and satisfaction.

My entire world goes fuzzy and spins in raging circles. I stumble off the bed, backing as far away from the doctor until my feet aren’t able to keep my balance and I collapse to my knees. I feel sleepy, but I wouldn’t sleep. My body refuses to. “What…what the hell did you put in me?!” I yell with slurred words of rage. My body panics and I struggle to stay awake. I hate this feeling. I need to stay awake. I will stay awake.

It was a late summer morning, the kind where the sunshine streamed through the blinds like a scene from a romance movie. Instead of reveling in this perfect moment, I couldn’t find much right with my world. That Friday night, I had received news my cousin Harvey’s lymphoma had spread and I was paralyzed by feelings I couldn’t name. I pulled up my favorite meditation app and flicked through the playlist until I found the word that made my breath catch in my chest: anger.

Now, we're going to explain to you the reason that drugs are so sought after. Every one of you knows that you should feel like this, you should feel alive and you should feel clear minded and you should feel expansive and you should feel worthy and you should feel sure of yourself. You should feel enlivened. You should feel exhilarated. That's who you are. And so, we're not surprised when something helps you to feel that way that you say, “I like that and I’m going to keep doing

Gasping for air, I sit up in a swift motion, my world violently swirling and emotions overflowing my senses. I expect a rush of dizziness to overpower me, to knock me down, but it doesn’t. I just feel very discombobulated and panicky. My surrounds don’t make sense.

This article will centre its discussion on “ecstasy”, a drug that generates feelings of euphoria, “love”, and connection to others.

My eyes jolted awake, my chest rose as I took a deep breath. I was entering a new path, a new place. Before everything was black and white. But now, I am starting to enter this area of grey. The negative thoughts that filled my head slowly disappeared. I am going to be okay, I told myself. The world isn’t breaking apart in front of my eyes. I am not screaming in fear, breaking down with tears streaming down my face and my body shaking with misery. It is all just a memory now. This is the reality I am living, I am no longer drowning but rather reaching a serene state. Although, once again I found myself staring at the ceiling, wondering when I would truly be

The exhaustion hit so hard that even attempting to remain with my eyes open turned into a struggle. My whole body felt achy after a hard day’s of school work, constantly staring at a computer screen and typing away, just to complete an essay. My pale white hands, frozen by the air conditioning blasting on high, were holding on to the steering wheel like a person gripping the edge of a cliff, hoping not to fall into a dark abyss. My brain wanted to surrender and finally remain in the sleep that I kept dangerously drifting in and out of. I took a glance outside, the road seeming meek. I felt maybe I should slow down so I do not lose control of the wheel. I glanced at the clock as it lit up my face in a blue kind of color, it read 10:01 pm. My

The summer between my 7th and 8th grade year was very spontaneous. This was not a summer I imagined, (in a good way). I traveled to many states in the USA. I rode on roller coasters, and wondered around in a safari. Best of all, I dozed in a fancy hotel. Over the summer I also celebrated my birthday. That was my best birthday ever.

Murmuring the words, I immediately look from place to place at the scene before me, entirely awe struck! Feeling as though one has stepped into a fairy tale brought to life, and that sky, the most beautiful clear sky ever seen by human eyes. I lift my hand to move some hair from my face only to stop dead in my tracks. Attempting to jump around like a little schoolchild before realizing the controls are a little bit different from the real word. Only had I taken notice to this revelation five seconds before would I not have fallen on my butt. Shuddering in "pain,” I find myself becoming more excited than before once seeing my legs sprawled on the ground.

When my eyes roll open it immediately surges through my being. The insatiable desire to attain any morsel of V. My body groans, feelings as though it has been thrashed by wild animals. My mind fights to start-up and function. The sensation feels as if my mind is just moving through molasses. The impeding feeling washes over me, as if my heart has been repeatedly broken thousands of times over. So, I soldier on to procure my day’s first taste of V. I acquire the first taste of it at the wee hours of early morning the mere taste allows my body to untighten. Immediately my mind feels an immense clarity surge through it. The relief setting my heart back at ease. These feelings though, incredible, are fleeting as V clears from my system.

The deafening silence reminded me of a fate I wished not to have. I staggered down a passageway and my eyesight began to fade. My fatigue had come upon me like the crashing waves of an ocean, and those waves I could not avoid. I was lying on the chilled, dank floor, abandoned by the world above me. I gathered all the strength I had left and tried calling out one last time.