>>2049981>Listen, druggies are always trying to get people to take the same drugs as them, doesn't matter if it's pot or meth. Why is that? Because they are self conscious about it, they know it makes them weak people so they need to bring others down to thier level as a means of coping. It's a very feminine tactic, but drugs are very feminine.I think hard drugs like heroine and cocaine are a crutch for people who are trying to cope. So I agree with your sentiments for the most part.
I think drugs like psilocybin, however, are misunderstood. My first time taking psilocybin, it felt like pure dread. But this was because that was how I actually felt inside. Nothing but pure disgust about myself, and about my life I was living. It opened me up to what I was really feeling. It threw it in my face. It wouldn't let me look away.
Just that single dose turned my life around to extent, it make me accept myself more. It brought reality to me, and made me stop trying to escape to different realities. I was able to make connections that weren't there before. That one dose got me out of the house and got me jogging every week through hiking trails. It made me connect with friends I hadn't talked to for a while, for I had become a recluse.
I continued to microdose the rest of the mushrooms I grew, and I ran out right before winter. No more jogs. No more walks. Extreme depression and loneliness. I tried to go on a winter hike, and I was crying and thinking depressed thoughts the entire time. There was nothing to enjoy. I completely avoided other people I saw, and they avoided me. So from my experiences, the psilocybin did offer me a stepping stone to see into the wonderful world and thought processes that some other people live while they are walking about nature. It's unfortunate is was drug-filled and short-lived.
So was I wrong for trying this drug? Should I not recommend to others in my predicament these feelings and experiences?
