Good morning ( cuz that's what it is here). A little backstory for those unfamiliar with the continuing story of bungling null. For years, I have dealt with depression. I don't know the cause, but it has been a lifelong companion. I am unable to tolerate SSRI meds since they seem to cause a really bad reaction- I have encountered unfounded rage from several different ones and am scared to take them.
At a young age, 18, I suffered a terribly traumatic event- a burglar in my home that I stumbled upon attempted to murder me but fortunately the gun misfired and I lived. However, the trauma of that event sent me to heroin to ameliorate the pain. For two decades I remained in that place. It led eventually to a complete breakdown of my life, I became criminal and eventually homeless.
Late last summer I finally secured both a home and weaned myself from methadone, which I've been off of since then, the longest opiate-free period of my life since 1999. My rediscovery of psychs, especially DMT , is what I credit with being able to do this. That, and the community here as well as the one in my hometown.
Okay, here's where I am now. I have a decent job, a nice little place all my own, am part of an active entheogenic community and keep myself otherwise occupied by writing and soon, public ally speaking in this topic. Things are....good. I have friends I can count on.
I'm really depressed. Why? Apparently there is a serious chemical imbalance in my head that seems related to serotonin. When I smoke DMT or take mushrooms, something I do VERY infrequently, it seems to "dial me in" for a time. My mood is lifted, I become more productive for a time and don't seem tobe filled with angst and ennui as much.
So, I'm looking at a nice fat Pyrex of my favorite kind of ACRB-goo/wax and trying to bring myself to smoalk. While I've done it before in bad head spaces and felt relief, all those times it was easy to point my finger at a causative agent for my feel-bad. If you curl up on a sidewalk to sleep at night, it's pretty understandable that one would feel shite emotionally.
Ive been quite frustrated and err, depressed, over how I've been feeling of late. Yeah, I have problems, I'm owed a bunch of money I desperately need for example, but none of these should cause me to flash on suicide as an out, which I often do. ( NOTE:I WILL NOT act on those thoughts, it's hard to understand but that is a " emotional safety valve " for me. When it gets bad, I go to suicide and it relieves me of some pressure somehow. I'm sorry if that offends anyone. )
So, I've never smoalked like this and dammit I'll say it, I'm scared. I feel a sense of guilt over my dissatisfaction, I feel ungrateful, and am afraid my guides will perceive my shortcomings and slap the shit out of me for it. In fact, I've decided not to travel without a sitter this time, when I'm usually a solo launch kinda guy.
I haven't tripped since I've been off the 'done, nor since I became ex-homeless. Give me some advice, folks, does anyone at all relate to any of this and can give some good info on their experience?
At a young age, 18, I suffered a terribly traumatic event- a burglar in my home that I stumbled upon attempted to murder me but fortunately the gun misfired and I lived. However, the trauma of that event sent me to heroin to ameliorate the pain. For two decades I remained in that place. It led eventually to a complete breakdown of my life, I became criminal and eventually homeless.
Late last summer I finally secured both a home and weaned myself from methadone, which I've been off of since then, the longest opiate-free period of my life since 1999. My rediscovery of psychs, especially DMT , is what I credit with being able to do this. That, and the community here as well as the one in my hometown.
Okay, here's where I am now. I have a decent job, a nice little place all my own, am part of an active entheogenic community and keep myself otherwise occupied by writing and soon, public ally speaking in this topic. Things are....good. I have friends I can count on.
I'm really depressed. Why? Apparently there is a serious chemical imbalance in my head that seems related to serotonin. When I smoke DMT or take mushrooms, something I do VERY infrequently, it seems to "dial me in" for a time. My mood is lifted, I become more productive for a time and don't seem tobe filled with angst and ennui as much.
So, I'm looking at a nice fat Pyrex of my favorite kind of ACRB-goo/wax and trying to bring myself to smoalk. While I've done it before in bad head spaces and felt relief, all those times it was easy to point my finger at a causative agent for my feel-bad. If you curl up on a sidewalk to sleep at night, it's pretty understandable that one would feel shite emotionally.
Ive been quite frustrated and err, depressed, over how I've been feeling of late. Yeah, I have problems, I'm owed a bunch of money I desperately need for example, but none of these should cause me to flash on suicide as an out, which I often do. ( NOTE:I WILL NOT act on those thoughts, it's hard to understand but that is a " emotional safety valve " for me. When it gets bad, I go to suicide and it relieves me of some pressure somehow. I'm sorry if that offends anyone. )
So, I've never smoalked like this and dammit I'll say it, I'm scared. I feel a sense of guilt over my dissatisfaction, I feel ungrateful, and am afraid my guides will perceive my shortcomings and slap the shit out of me for it. In fact, I've decided not to travel without a sitter this time, when I'm usually a solo launch kinda guy.
I haven't tripped since I've been off the 'done, nor since I became ex-homeless. Give me some advice, folks, does anyone at all relate to any of this and can give some good info on their experience?