I haven’t done any of these in over two years, but I remember each.
Marijuana
Mildly high - my face feels tight. I’ll realize that is because I’m smiling, and previously hadn’t noticed. Eyes feel dry - like… When you’re really tired. Mouth is parched, even when drinking water constantly. Hungry, and no amount of food will fix it.
Very high - The edges of my vision pulse. Or I’ll feel as though I can only do one thing and use one sense at a time (I’ve covered my ears so that I can speak to someone). My body tingles. It depends on if I have a head high or a body high. I don’t like body highs - I immediately go to sleep if I feel that way. Head highs are pretty fun. Everything is comical and I feel warm and fuzzy. I become ditzy and can’t really think straight. I have the urge to go on a walk - I do not want to sit still (which I’ve heard is uncommon).
Coming down sometimes gave me headaches. If I didn’t smoke enough or I smoked TOO much, I’d get nauseous. It had to be just right.
Mushrooms
Pleasurable - very happy and warm. I could talk for hours about anything.
I’ve had hallucinations while on shrooms, but they weren’t what I expected. Nothing crazy… It was like my mind was taking what I saw in front of me and just making it more vivid and alive.
It was THEN that I realized why my mother loves tie dye. It swam in my vision. And when I looked at a photo she had hanging on the wall (a bunch of maidens in white gowns frolicking through an open field) it looked like a breeze was blowing through the trees.
My boyfriend at the time and I went and laid down in the forest outside of my mother’s house and took everything in. I remember looking at him and noticing that his beard had grown, and suddenly it appeared as though his entire face was covered in hair. I called him Chewbacca. He told me that when he looked at me he thought for a second that I had pointed ears, like a forest nymph.
Another time my ex husband and I were sitting on a park bench in front of a lake on shrooms, years ago, and the more I stared at the night sky the more it looked like a painting. I remember wondering if van Gogh was high when he painted Starry Night.
As for my emotions - all positive. Even coming down was not difficult in any way. It just sort of faded out. I was always hungry and sleepy afterwards.
Meth
It made me feel invincible, extremely aggressive, and outright pretentious. I knew all and I could do all. It literally made me feel like a different person. I only did this once. I remember staying up for two days and cleaning my apartment completely spotless. I spent hours and inch from the mirror, scrutinizing every pore in my skin. It wasn’t a calm, relaxing high like the others. This was manic, excited, frenzied.
Coming down was the worst experience in my entire life. I have a (very mild) heart murmur, so it was a terrible idea to do it in the first place. Every time I tried to move, I fainted. I called my mother in a panic, and she had to come watch me for a few hours until I forced myself to fall asleep. Anyway, I have no interest in trying it again.
I’ve known meth addicts. I can see now, having tried it, how they become unrecognizable. I can’t explain how powerful it makes you feel.
MDMA
This is a friendly drug. There’s a reason ravers do it. The only way I can describe how it felt FOR ME is… Orgasmic. It’s like the feeling you get after having an orgasm - but it remains for hours. I felt warm through my whole body. Tingling in my extremities. It made me extremely empathetic and gentle.
I could talk to anyone about anything and my senses were heightened - especially touch. I just loved everything and everyone. It is described as a hallucinogenic stimulant, but I didn’t experience any of that. My friend tried it with me and we literally held hands and talked nonstop for 6 hours. There was this incredible mental clarity that came with it - I felt like I understood the universe more than I ever had before.
It was a very gradual comedown. I had some heart palpitations, but that was likely due to my mild heart murmur. I was physically and mentally exhausted afterwards. I slept for a day.
** Painkillers **
(Vicodin, Oxy, Tramadol, etc)
These have never been a big deal to me. I have to take them semi regularly for chronic pain from a broken neck a few years ago - but all they do is make the pain go away. I’ll be in pain and take them, and maybe 40 minutes in I’ll just… NOTICE… that I’m no longer in pain. Or I’ll still be in pain, but I won’t care about it.
My mood is increased, but that might be because of the pain going away. The most I’ve ever felt is maybe a floating head sensation. If I take them too often I get very nauseous.
Coming down off painkillers is unenjoyable. I sometimes feel nauseous, sometimes achy, or I’ll just feel the pain gradually return.
** Cocaine **
This isn’t MY experience - I’m too scared to try Coke because of my heart murmur - but a close relative. She explained that it’s her ‘drug of choice’ and if she ‘could AFFORD to be an addict she would happily’. Whatever that means. She said it gives her a euphoric happiness and nonstop energy. She’s just a bundle of intense joy while high. Intimacy is so good while she is high that it sort of ruined it while she’s not. She said that she could easily clean an entire house within an hour while on Cocaine.
She described the coming down as ‘a spiral into despair’ and a depression that lasted for days after.
Hope some of this helps.