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There was certainly no personality or mood change, but I only hit it a couple times.
>Sounds fucking terrifying, especially if you don't expect itThe moment my vision was disappearing, I briefly lost my balance. I couldn't see, but I could still feel my feet on the ground, and regained my balance. That was the terrifying part, because while stumbling around in blindness, the thought of falling, and hitting my head/breaking my nose on cement was on my mind, and I HAD to stand up straight. I knew I was going down any second, so I put all my willpower into my vision, and I gained enough to spot a place to sit two meters in front of me, and got to it in time. Then I blacked out for an unknown time, but I guessed two or three minutes. When I came to, I was still sitting upright, propped up on my arm. Nobody had noticed (or worried), probably because they couldn't see me staring into nothingness through my sunglasses. I started fussing on my phone to both, keep myself stimulated, and to look inconspicuous. I felt like I was dreaming, and I could zone out, and just relax. I was constantly screaming in my head to get a grip. And that pretty much continued for the next couple hours while I hoped for it to subside. I felt most sober walking in the cold air. Sitting made zoning out too easy, so I kept walking as best as I could. Waiting at crosswalks was difficult because that needed me to react to something.
I was out in public, by myself, with no reliable friends with a car to call (all my friends are NEETs). I didn't want to seek help for fear of someone calling an ambulance because I didn't think that would end in my favor.
I considered Uber, but I didn't want, nor did I have the mental capacity, to sign up for that shit. I didn't consider a taxi, and I wish I did. I could easily pass as drunk. Since I had no one to call who wouldn't be a worry wart, I decided to walk home. I felt most sober walking anyway. I'd often look up from the ground, and see that I had gone a half-mile since I last noticed where I was. My mouth was dry as fuck, and I saved the last sip for when I got home in case I had to interact with anyone.
Easily the worst drug experience I've ever had. I probably would've enjoyed exploring this at home or with a friend in a safe environment. But the good part is that I'm not in jail/hospital, and that I came out of this with only a migraine.