I'm at the tail end of a mushroom experience that led to a realization I want to share with you all, in hopes that it might serve as an example, or inspiration, for others to look deeper within and find healing.
I took 400mg of pan cyans (TTBVI) via LemonTek. While the peak of the experience was intense and beautiful in its own way, it is at the other side of the hill where, for me at least, most of the profound healing is found.
To preface this, I need to emphasize that I have been overweight for the majority of my life. The reasons for this have shifted over the years, but it has always been the worst right around the periods of my life where I've struggled emotionally the most. The realization this post is about isn't something that suddenly came to me. It has been gradually crystallizing in my mind over time, but today I think it finally clicked.
I turned inwards and examined my "snacking" habit, which has always been a part of my life, including right now, despite me being on a health journey and having lost over 55lbs (25kg) of weight and gotten in the best physical shape of my life. Today something became unavoidably obvious to me.
This snacking habit is a vestigial remnant of the coping mechanism that food was for me back when I was struggling mentally. During my darkest moments, food was the metaphorical shelter that protected me from the harsh elements of my reality. It was a necessary distraction from how I truly felt, and I say necessary because facing my emotions felt like too much to bear. Food represented the stone outcroppings on the vertical wall I was climbing, upon which I could rest my limbs a while and recover before moving on. And it was gradually destroying my health.
Now having walked a long path of healing thanks to psychedelics, and having taken a few major decisions about career and perspective on life itself, I find myself in a healthy place, healthier than I've ever been, both mentally and physically. I'm as happy as I've ever been.
And yet, the snacking habit remains. Like the ruins of an ancient fortress that once protected me from the world, now serving no other purpose than to mar the landscape of my soul.
Now I understand that it has served its purpose and is no longer necessary. And thus, I am compelled to commit myself to its demolition. I've talked about breaking and making habits on the forum before, I understand the "science" behind it. But without being emotionally synchronized to the purpose behind making or breaking a certain habit, the chance of success is low. Now I have accepted the fact that the habit needs to go.
It may seem like something simple and trivial to some people, and perhaps it is. But to me it means a lot, because it gives me a sense of progress into "putting myself back together". I hope this may serve as inspiration to someone out there to do the same, to let go of something that no longer serves them, or at least to not feel alone while trying to do so.
Thank you for reading. I love you all
I took 400mg of pan cyans (TTBVI) via LemonTek. While the peak of the experience was intense and beautiful in its own way, it is at the other side of the hill where, for me at least, most of the profound healing is found.
To preface this, I need to emphasize that I have been overweight for the majority of my life. The reasons for this have shifted over the years, but it has always been the worst right around the periods of my life where I've struggled emotionally the most. The realization this post is about isn't something that suddenly came to me. It has been gradually crystallizing in my mind over time, but today I think it finally clicked.
I turned inwards and examined my "snacking" habit, which has always been a part of my life, including right now, despite me being on a health journey and having lost over 55lbs (25kg) of weight and gotten in the best physical shape of my life. Today something became unavoidably obvious to me.
This snacking habit is a vestigial remnant of the coping mechanism that food was for me back when I was struggling mentally. During my darkest moments, food was the metaphorical shelter that protected me from the harsh elements of my reality. It was a necessary distraction from how I truly felt, and I say necessary because facing my emotions felt like too much to bear. Food represented the stone outcroppings on the vertical wall I was climbing, upon which I could rest my limbs a while and recover before moving on. And it was gradually destroying my health.
Now having walked a long path of healing thanks to psychedelics, and having taken a few major decisions about career and perspective on life itself, I find myself in a healthy place, healthier than I've ever been, both mentally and physically. I'm as happy as I've ever been.
And yet, the snacking habit remains. Like the ruins of an ancient fortress that once protected me from the world, now serving no other purpose than to mar the landscape of my soul.
Now I understand that it has served its purpose and is no longer necessary. And thus, I am compelled to commit myself to its demolition. I've talked about breaking and making habits on the forum before, I understand the "science" behind it. But without being emotionally synchronized to the purpose behind making or breaking a certain habit, the chance of success is low. Now I have accepted the fact that the habit needs to go.
It may seem like something simple and trivial to some people, and perhaps it is. But to me it means a lot, because it gives me a sense of progress into "putting myself back together". I hope this may serve as inspiration to someone out there to do the same, to let go of something that no longer serves them, or at least to not feel alone while trying to do so.
Thank you for reading. I love you all



