

I never understood how people take mushrooms as a party drug. I’m not talking about microdosing either. I feel like I need the exact opposite, social isolation (other than close ones) in a controlled environment- ideally nature. A rave on mushrooms sounds like the perfect environment for psychosis.
Whenever I take psylo, I cry for hours nonstop. It’s not sad devastating crying either, I just physically can’t stop my body from creating tears. I think it’s because it neutralizes my depression and my ADHD for some time. It’s like ripping a bandaid off my emotions. Anything resembling a face becomes terrifying. My dog’s stupid smile turned into the Cheshire Cat once.



Only tangentially related, the reason they don’t have a reflection is because old mirrors were lined with silver