Hello all, its been quite a while since I posted my one post. Since that time, shortly after my experiments with DMT, life has been, well, HARD. Last November, a small amount of DMT came my way and I had several experiences in a short time. I have a lot of psychedelic experience, and the effects of DMT seem to me to be the most powerfully life altering of any drug. It is as valid as all the meditations Ive had, and I think it is a true valid key to the spiritual experience. However, there have been unsettling effects since then.
Shortly after my first trips, in Dec of 2011, my roommate went into a psych ward for suicidal ideation. This was not something new for her. In my time living there, as only room-mates, she had become heavily emotionally reliant on me, which I could not handle. While she was there, I spoke with a social worker to see if I could advocate for her to get into some kind of medically supervised housing. I planned to start school and move, I wanted her to be safe but I couldnt be responsible anymore. It had been months where Id be afraid to find a corpse when I came home. Anyway, she never came back home. Put into a hospice then another care home. I had a week to move out, with nowhere to go and no money since I couldnt cover rent. I was now homeless on January 1st 2012. At that time I had a year clean from herion. My one "fuck it" was homelessness. I went right back to it and spent the first 6 months of this year using heroin, back to behavior I thought I had left, which the power of my experiences I had hoped would give me the resolve not to do. I wanted to kill myself, feeling that I was abandoned by God I had just found, and that even the revelations offered to me couldnt keep me safe.
I had been down to 3 mgs of methadone at the start of this, I went back up to 40, stopped using, went ahead and started school because I could not find any resource to help me with housing (shelters etc) that would allow me the time to work to get off the street, and started my detox again. Im still on the street and I dont think I can do this much longer. In my addiction, I pushed away my family. I havent made many friends in this town for the same reason. My spirituality has been the only thing sustaining me, and I feel so far away from the love I know pervades all life. Why does everything good elude me? I feel all these things are connected. The lessons Ive learned out here have been the most valuable of my life, teaching me my true values, beyond whats in my wallet. But now I need to move on. The only way I could see to achieve some stability was to take out student loans and go to school. Im struggling very hard to maintain full time school, a methadone detox and homelessness. What wouldyou do, short of jumping off a building?
Shortly after my first trips, in Dec of 2011, my roommate went into a psych ward for suicidal ideation. This was not something new for her. In my time living there, as only room-mates, she had become heavily emotionally reliant on me, which I could not handle. While she was there, I spoke with a social worker to see if I could advocate for her to get into some kind of medically supervised housing. I planned to start school and move, I wanted her to be safe but I couldnt be responsible anymore. It had been months where Id be afraid to find a corpse when I came home. Anyway, she never came back home. Put into a hospice then another care home. I had a week to move out, with nowhere to go and no money since I couldnt cover rent. I was now homeless on January 1st 2012. At that time I had a year clean from herion. My one "fuck it" was homelessness. I went right back to it and spent the first 6 months of this year using heroin, back to behavior I thought I had left, which the power of my experiences I had hoped would give me the resolve not to do. I wanted to kill myself, feeling that I was abandoned by God I had just found, and that even the revelations offered to me couldnt keep me safe.
I had been down to 3 mgs of methadone at the start of this, I went back up to 40, stopped using, went ahead and started school because I could not find any resource to help me with housing (shelters etc) that would allow me the time to work to get off the street, and started my detox again. Im still on the street and I dont think I can do this much longer. In my addiction, I pushed away my family. I havent made many friends in this town for the same reason. My spirituality has been the only thing sustaining me, and I feel so far away from the love I know pervades all life. Why does everything good elude me? I feel all these things are connected. The lessons Ive learned out here have been the most valuable of my life, teaching me my true values, beyond whats in my wallet. But now I need to move on. The only way I could see to achieve some stability was to take out student loans and go to school. Im struggling very hard to maintain full time school, a methadone detox and homelessness. What wouldyou do, short of jumping off a building?
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Its just insane.