The world crushed my spirit, and erased the remnants with SSRIs.
I'm frequently told that I have no right to treat my own depression with mushrooms, with my depression and its consequences held as proof that I don't know what I'm talking about and should have no decision making autonomy.
The long term destruction of self that resulted from only three months of that is difficult to comprehend if you haven't been there.
> I'm frequently told that I have no right to treat my own depression with mushrooms
What a bizarre thing for them to say. In my experience, psilocybin mushrooms are absolutely amazing for mental health. I think that everyone should take mushrooms at least once a year to clear out the cobwebs.
They saved my life, I'm still depressed, but I don't want to die (still don't care too much if I do, but little steps).
There's not a single conversation that I've had where my subjective experience has been relevant to the other person's opinion or position, both with family members and medical professionals.
Casually discounting my internal understanding and experience in conversations pertaining to the internal emotional state of my mind. It's fucking infuriating.
One of the weirdest parts has been the way that mental health practitioners react whenever I bring up mushrooms. They don't say anything - just look at me and wait for the topic to change.
This has happened several times, and with several different people.
The most ridiculous example was a woman who dismissed my need for mushrooms and then chastised me for refusing to slip back into SSRI induced asexuality.
Wouldn't it be better?
Well it wasn't for the first twenty years, so I'm gonna run with no.
I hear you. SSRI side effects are frustrating. Don't let anyone give you flack for medicating with mushrooms. Don't even bother explaining it to them if they don't just get it.
The abundance of very attractive people in Texas might give you second thoughts about that. If you're a single guy, going from Texas to Colorado would be like going from heaven to Earth.
I'm frequently told that I have no right to treat my own depression with mushrooms, with my depression and its consequences held as proof that I don't know what I'm talking about and should have no decision making autonomy.
The long term destruction of self that resulted from only three months of that is difficult to comprehend if you haven't been there.