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My best friend &amp;amp; I had been playing in a band together for years &amp;amp; one day he suggested that we take some LSD.  The plan was that we would do this in our studio &amp;amp; record our &#x27;new found creativity.&#x27;  I was in my 20&#x27;s and had not so much as smoked a joint before, but I was all for anything that would &#x27;promote creativity.&#x27;  Here&#x27;s what I didn&#x27;t know: that bipolar disorder &amp;amp; schitzophrenia are part of my family&#x27;s medical history (my parents moved away from their families before I was born, and therefore, I grew up not knowing many relatives).  
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So we got up on Saturday morning, drank a cup of coffee &amp;amp; each ate 2 blotter hits.  Since my friend had tripped before, he was telling me how cool it was going to be...and tried to keep me in a happy positive mind-set.  After about 45 minutes, I had what I can only descibe as &#x27;perma-grin&#x27; -- I couldn&#x27;t stop smiling!  We hooked up our gear &amp;amp; started recording our jam-session.  Hours passed in an instant and all was flowery, happy, giggling &amp;amp; some mellow hallucination.  We networked our computers &amp;amp; played &#x27;Quake&#x27; for a while (who knows how long) &amp;amp; I felt like I was IN the video game.  
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At this point I was not panicked at all and was having so much fun that I wondered why I hadn&#x27;t done this before?  After about 4 or 5 hours, I went into the bathroom to pee.  I didn&#x27;t turn on the lights, so the room was dimly lit, and when I washed up, I looked into the mirror -- honesly don&#x27;t remember what I saw, but a huge wave of guilt washed over me and I sat down on the floor and started worrying that I had somehow ruined my brain, and was never coming back.  When I finally emerged from the bathroom, my friend was outside having a cigarette.  He was happy &amp;amp; fine.  I poked my head out of the door &amp;amp; whispered to him that I had messed up my life.  Although there&#x27;s no neighbors around for miles, I thought someone would hear me.  I kept asking him when the trip would end.  After a few hours of paranoia, I still wondered when it would end.  My friend said it was already over, and pointed out that it was dark outside.  I tried to go to sleep but I was in such a state of anxiety, that I didn&#x27;t sleep all night.  I was sure I had fucked up my life.  
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The days that followed were the most horrible ones of my life.  I wanted to commit suicide just to get out of my own skin.  The thought of my mom &amp;amp; brothers missing me was the only thing stopping me.  Finally, on the fourth day, I went to my mom&#x27;s &amp;amp; told her everything.  And she told me everything...about bipolar disorder &amp;amp; schizophrenia, and how LSD could have triggered something that I already had going on in my brain.  
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Well, after a few more days of pure panic, no sleep, difficulty breathing, not eating, 2 doctors that said I was fine, I found a doctor that explained to me how the LSD could trigger this &#x27;genetic fortune&#x27; that I didn&#x27;t even know I had.  In the following months, I endured a deep depression, and began a course of the anti-depressant Zoloft.  When I started feeling better (approx 3 months later), I flipped into a manic phase that took me higher than I had ever been.  My Doc put me on lithium right away.  Since then, I have had mild ups &amp;amp; downs, unless I stop taking my meds, in which case I can descend into the dark depths of depression or rise to the euphoric heights of mania -- which is fun, but only for a while because paranoia soon follows, and inevitably the depression.  
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I guess my point is that although my friend took the LSD and was fine, it triggered the bipolar disorder to which I was genetically predisposed.  I learned a lot in the years that followed and when my younger brother told me he was considering taking mushrooms, I told him everything that had happened to me &amp;amp; advised him to stay away.....of course, if he&#x27;s bipolar, it will eventually surface on its own, but why take that chance?  Seven years have passed....I&#x27;m now in my 30&#x27;s, very stable, and still taking my meds, and otherwise living a &#x27;normal&#x27; life. It took a long time (and a lot of guilt) before I believed that it wasn&#x27;t the LSD that gave me bipolar disorder....that it likely would&#x27;ve surfaced on its own. I&#x27;m not trying to spread an &#x27;anti-drug&#x27; message here, but just suggesting that a little research into the family history might be a good idea.&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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