This is part 3 in a series of posts about a trip to Amsterdam, part 2 can be found here.
Part 3: Finding God
Falling back into the bed, the drugs took a stronger hold of me.
I was still somewhat aware of where I was – a clean modern room in one of Amsterdam’s nicest hotels. Yet, my arms couldn’t feel the softness of the sheets and my eyes couldn’t enjoy our view of the city. My head span, so I closed my eyes and lay, trying to focus on nothing.
Within moments my whole body started to shake, out of control. My limbs quivered back and forth and my teeth rattled. Continue reading The Bad Trip in Amsterdam – Part 3: Finding God