It ain’t that a single edible every other weekend gets me too high. It’s that when I do occasionally get high, it isn’t fun or relief; not always, but often enough. The depression kicks into high gear rather than abating. The horror and dread of this current world that I’ve been putting to the back of my mind in order to function leaps to the front of my thoughts. I admit that I do make use of this as a method to fully face down my fears, but fun it fuckin ain’t.
Shrooms left me deeply depressed for hours, except for a microdose. LSD wasn’t bad, but I needed a good friend along for support. DMT apparently had me screaming for 10 minutes. I remembered almost nothing, but came out of it feeling it was a positive experience. Psychedelics are rough, but I felt better for years afterwards.
Yeah, my mind is a dark place that I’m working to rewire. I have a therapist. I use drugs minimally mostly as psychological prybars. How the hell do people use them as a fun coping mechanism?
It ain’t that a single edible every other weekend gets me too high. It’s that when I do occasionally get high, it isn’t fun or relief; not always, but often enough. The depression kicks into high gear rather than abating. The horror and dread of this current world that I’ve been putting to the back of my mind in order to function leaps to the front of my thoughts. I admit that I do make use of this as a method to fully face down my fears, but fun it fuckin ain’t.
Shrooms left me deeply depressed for hours, except for a microdose. LSD wasn’t bad, but I needed a good friend along for support. DMT apparently had me screaming for 10 minutes. I remembered almost nothing, but came out of it feeling it was a positive experience. Psychedelics are rough, but I felt better for years afterwards.
Yeah, my mind is a dark place that I’m working to rewire. I have a therapist. I use drugs minimally mostly as psychological prybars. How the hell do people use them as a fun coping mechanism?