So we were a little group that used to do psychedelics in our late teens and early twenties. We had fun, we discussed things but as time went on one had a couple of bad trips and stopped, one had an intense period and stopped after it, some grew out of it.
I lived in places with no privacy or just bad places and I could just take it very rarely, and when I did it wasn't in the serious way.
But I recently moved to a very nice place with privacy and life looks good so I decided to do some tripping. I ended up having a really powerful experience in that it changed me a bit. I remembered some goals I had lost sight of, sympathy and openness increased a lot.
But now here I stand with nobody to talk to it about, I have no friends who are even a little among the kind of people. I moved away from all sort of drug-users of any kind a few years ago after coming to grips with would happen if I got caught. It went from being something that would be an issue too life changing, especially with what I'm studying.
So here I stand with a moderate stash I saved over the years alone with nobody to talk to about what I experienced and wish to share.
Now I'm just trying to hold on to what I experienced for fear of losing it again, but it feels a bit like holding dry sand, no matter how hard I squeeze it keeps slipping away from me.
I lived in places with no privacy or just bad places and I could just take it very rarely, and when I did it wasn't in the serious way.
But I recently moved to a very nice place with privacy and life looks good so I decided to do some tripping. I ended up having a really powerful experience in that it changed me a bit. I remembered some goals I had lost sight of, sympathy and openness increased a lot.
But now here I stand with nobody to talk to it about, I have no friends who are even a little among the kind of people. I moved away from all sort of drug-users of any kind a few years ago after coming to grips with would happen if I got caught. It went from being something that would be an issue too life changing, especially with what I'm studying.
So here I stand with a moderate stash I saved over the years alone with nobody to talk to about what I experienced and wish to share.
Now I'm just trying to hold on to what I experienced for fear of losing it again, but it feels a bit like holding dry sand, no matter how hard I squeeze it keeps slipping away from me.
were all alone in this together