Citation: Pr0d1g1um. "Two Year Addiction to Near-Death Experience: An Experience with Inhalants (Duster) (exp78543)". Erowid.org. Apr 20, 2019. erowid.org/exp/78543
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The first time I tried huffing, was about 3 years ago, when I was 15. I had been heavy into drug addiction - at the point where I was downing whole bottles of cough syrup and pills to feel anything. I started inhaling 'Dust-Off' daily, as many as 10 times.
The last two times are most of what I can remember. I remember inhaling it, and running to the couch remembering sitting down, which I apparently did not - as when I came to, my head was covered in blood, and I was on the floor by a glass table which had a corner smeared in blood. That was not fun to explain to parents.
I probably inhaled Dust-Off 3 - 10 times a day, for 2 years. I was having near-death experiences. And the last time I did it, I ran up my stairs after inhaling it, hoping to get to my bed before I was completely incapacitated, and upon reaching the top of the stairs, I saw nothing - black, I could see myself, standing in front of me - slapping me in the face - hard, I tried to put my arms in front of my face - I felt them against my face, but I couldn't see them, and I kept being smacked in the face.
I have been to literal hell, and thought I was satan, had experiences with God, and figured out the universe entirely, I now have brain-damage, and have post-tramautic stress disorder.
By the time I stopped - I could not understand language much - I couldn't understand the concept of family, or why anything worked how it was supposed to work - I couldn't look at myself in the mirror, because the odd-material humans are made of scared me because it seemed to foreign to me - sometimes I read, and words suddenly look like foreign shapes to me, and I can't decode them in my head. This drug has killed a friend of mine, and led me to many suicide attempts.
Oh, sure it's an escape, but I have no idea what real insanity is like - I'm lucky I'm not like that to this day.
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