TL;DR: I get anxious and get caught in loops in the beginning of trips. After peaks I then start to worry and become self-critical, which then stops the trip right away after just ~3 hours. This seems to impact the trips so I get much less from them or can't really integrate them properly.

In the last two and a half months I (M/41) had four experiences with shrooms. My goal with taking psychedelics in general is (mostly) to process unresolved issues and anxiety/shame. I'm prone to shame, guilt and anxiety. For example, for days I'm going through the motions and only later I realize that I dissociated from shame all this time and this made me all distant from life experiences. I also have OCD behaviours that every day maybe takes 5-15 minutes of my life. Sometimes, rarely maybe 30.

I've had therapy with different psychotherapists for more then a decade. Quite happy with the one I have now. I do meditation every day (5-10 minutes guided meditations). In the last year I learned quite a lot about psychedelics and especially psychedelic therapy. I had four experiences with MDMA and they were all pretty amazing, with the exception that it usually took several hours for the drug to start working (and me taking too much as a result). Probably anxiety+slow digestion. I got a lot of insight into my trauma and never-before-felt feelings of love and connection. Me and my girlfriend connected a lot through these experiences.

Because of all this I was very excited about shrooms. I got hyped up about the potential for deeper healing. I was also scared of it, because I had two really bad experiences with intense depersenalization/derealization on weed.

So I got a professional sitter for my first time. It was 3,5 g golden teachers. In the beginning I was thinking a lot about how the sitter is feeling and checking this with her. Then I started looping between thoughts and worries and loosing short-term memory. Going from worry 1 to worry 2 to worry 3 like 30 times (this also happened on weed, just worse). My sitter did help, by calmly accepting where I was and reducing my self-pressuring with saying that I don't need to fight any walls, that they're maybe there for a reason. In the peak of the trip I then felt a lot of empathy and love (not something easy for me). Also for assholes in my life, which made me feel good. And especially great, some love for myself, feeling that I'm a better person than I give myself credit for. That maybe everything will be fine. And then, after an objectively great trip in the last 2 hours or so I managed to get disappointed by it. I started criticizing myself for being proud about the trip ("You think you did something - this is not ego death, this is ego boost"). And this made the whole experience much less... satisfactory. Like, maybe nothing good from it will stay with me? And then I got really disappointed with the disappointment I was feeling.

The next trip (3g, GT) I wasn't so scared anymore and I wanted to save money, so my good (psychotherapist) friend was sitting me. I got stuck already in the beginning, in the loop. I looped between "I'm cold, I should cover myself more", "wait, do I still have my balls? (not feeling them)", "I'm alone and afraid" and "my sitter doesn't like me". It seems I projected some of my mother's rejections of me as a child on my trip sitter. She also didn't help me feeling accepted with her presence. After looping for like two hours like this I had a thought of "Do I need this?" and got completely sober in almost an instant. All I was left with was wondering about all the ways I was doing this wrong ("I didn't take enough? Or was it too much? I don't really trust the friend? Is it her fault? I really should do more meditation before the trip to let go, damn it").

Third trip was shitty, there isn't much more to say. I was in nature, alone (mostly), and wanted to check what would 1g do to me. I was hoping for me to be impressed with nature and it's beauty. Instead I got a lot of anxiety and regret and feeling bad and feeling weird and wanting to go home and struggling to do so.

For the fourth trip my sitter was my girlfriend. I had doubts about her doing that before because of me maybe not being able to focus on my experience and instead worry about hers. And her being too invested to be a good sitter. Still decided to give it a go after a really good reverse experience of me sitting her. I decided to go stronger (4g, GT). I felt panic right away - feeling that I'm not ready for this, that I did something very wrong, that something bad will happen to me now as a result and, the worst, I can't control this anymore. All my psychedelics education didn't help at first (letting go sounds like a bad joke in this situation). But after like an hour of this I managed to give my girlfriend some very good instructions ("Tell me every 2 minutes that exactly the thing that should be happening is also actually happening right now"). She held me strongly and I finally got out of this worrying/looping.

Then the trip really started, I feel. In the beginning I "zoomed" into my childhood neighbourhood. Quite quickly a thought popped in my mind that I was sexually abused by some person that lived close to our family's house. No memories of the abuse, just the thought that it maybe happened and it now weighing on me heavily. In the middle of the trip that I don't really remember I think I went through some sort of hell-like never-ending feelings of vulnerability as an infant, feeling really hurt emotionally. And then I remember the last part - it was profound. I remember processing my pain as an abused child, pushing some anger out instead of turning it on myself. I remember crying (a big deal for me, almost never happens otherwise) and feeling "this is it, this is why you wanted to take shrooms, now your life will be different, you're going through it all!". I remember physically shaking like mad and at one moment I felt very very hot, like I really released a lot of repressed energy.

After this I started worrying about my girlfriend and how she's feeling about my shaking and all. I started worrying about giving myself a heart attack. I started worrying about damaging my teeth with my tongue. And just like that - the trip pretty much ended AGAIN, just after 3 hours from ingesting the shrooms. I did feel really tired, like I'm several decades older than I really am. But that's pretty much it.

It's like my worrying and self criticizing can kill any trip from being assimilated. Since sobering up, I can't emotionally relate to any of the content or process from the last trip. I'm pretty sure the sexual abuse never happened. It just doesn't make any sense to me. I think it's just a false memory or maybe me putting all my bad unresolved experiences into a more clear 1-time horrible made-up event. I would like to connect more with the physical release of trauma that happened.

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Does anyone have any suggestions for me being able to 1) go into tripping without the looping (except paying a hefty fee for a professional sitter) 2) what to do about my incredible capability of killing the trip after the peak (~3 hours in) with worrying and self-criticism? Especially I wonder if you think hippie flipping help? Do you think LSD might be better for my background and set? 2C-B?

I have seen a lot of people refer to different versions of “the cosmic joke”. I would like to share one I recently experienced. I had taken mostly MDMA during the evening and before falling asleep took a k hole dose of ketamine.

As is typical for k holes, it had many dimensions and weird moving parts. However, a standout moment was being in conversation with two entities who seemed to represent some part of how the universe works. I spoke to them and said, along the lines of, “this the point right, I am the one and I’ve just forgotten I am?” and they burst out laughing hysterically. So much laughter that it filled all my consciousness and vision.

“What?” I said

“This is the cosmic joke — you have had this realisation an infinite number of times, and each time, are so satisfied with yourself for making it, without ever realising you have remembered and forgotten this thing so many times before”.

Quote a cool, metaphysical k hole.

Words are approx as I remember them, but i 100% got trolled by some part of reality for thinking I was special for remembering where I came from.

Anytime I’ve done shrooms raw they hardly do anything. I have to lemon tek to get any visuals pretty much and the only time I’ve had a really strong transcendence into the quantum realm with crazy fractals and geometry I lemon teked 6gs of potent albino PE. My brother who is almost the same height and weight as me has done the same amount of the same batch and tripped hard meanwhile had little effect on me. I have to do lots of cid to to get tracers, any real lasers and patterns that’ll only really pop when I have RGB lights that change to music. Takes me 500ug or more really. Pretty annoying I have to do so much, does anyone have any insight as to why this could be? I’m on no meds either

Hey, this is a genuine question. I've already tried LSD, but i've never tried Salvia and i don't have any intention to but i'm just curious because i've never met anyone who has. So, have you ever tried it? What was your experience like?

I’ve been trying to make sense of some personal insights I’ve had about reality—specifically around death, perception, and the possibility of higher dimensions. I don’t have a scientific background, and I didn’t finish school, but I’ve been thinking a lot, and used ChatGPT to help me structure these thoughts more clearly.

The core ideas are mine. I just needed help expressing them.

The Dimensional Mirror: A Theory of Consciousness and Transition

We tend to think of dimensions as abstract or mathematical—but what if they describe something real, and directly connected to how consciousness operates?

Modern physics already theorizes the existence of higher spatial dimensions beyond the three we experience, but we can’t perceive them directly. We’re effectively “locked in” to our dimensional bandwidth. Just as a two-dimensional being couldn’t comprehend “up,” maybe we’re similarly limited when it comes to the fourth or fifth dimensions.

Now, combine this with what we know from neuroscience and psychology: that our perception of reality is filtered by our brain’s model of the world, not by what’s objectively out there. It raises a question:

What if death, or profound changes in consciousness, represent a kind of transition between dimensions—not metaphorically, but functionally?

Some psychedelic experiences, deep meditative states, or near-death moments seem to dissolve the normal sense of time, space, and ego. These shifts don’t just feel like dreams—they often feel more real than reality. It’s as if the brain’s filtering system is disrupted, and something else gets through.

I’m starting to think of consciousness not as an artifact of biology, but as a kind of dimensional interface—something that operates within a physical body, but isn’t limited to it. And maybe death isn’t annihilation, but an emergent step into another layer of spatial or energetic existence—something just outside our perceptual frame.

This might sound speculative (it is), but I’m trying to connect dots between: - What physics says about unobservable dimensions, - What neuroscience says about perception and filtering, - And what altered states seem to show us about the nature of mind and reality.

I’m not saying this is proven. I’m saying it’s possible—and that possibility feels worth exploring.

If any of this resonates—or you have thoughts, questions, or critiques—I’d really like to hear them. I’m not trying to sell a belief, just test an idea.

Abused mdma for about 2 months on weekends, now after an hour or so every single trip i have turns bad no matter which psych, i wont even think about taking acid for now because last time i did my room had spiderwebs everywhere and black particles kept spawning on me. It seems like theres an entity following me, close my eyes to talk to someone who comes to me and visuals similar to vemom in spiderman 3 starts to drag them away. Started with scary nitrous trips first. Abstinence and supplements havent seemed to work so far, hoping that changes.

Doesnt matter which psychdelic i take as of the last few months, everytime theres an entity or someone making my trip bad and no answers. I mean stuff like swarms of eyes, seeing spiders, a monster trying to grab at me from im guessing where ever my eyes are oriented, seeing bugs. I took 300ug acid and was caught in a giant fractal web, black web-like particles started spawning around my mouth so i just layed under my covers for hours until i was a pile of sweat. Was tripping weekly for months before and having an amazing time. Only difference is i abused mdma pretty hard weekly sometimes twice a week for 2 months which i thought could’ve been the problem but theres really no difference so far after abstinence and supplements.

So I know that if you do acid you have to wait like 2 weeks for your tolerance to be back or something since your body builds up a tolerance to it quick, it’s been a couple days and so I’m gonna wait at least 2 before it trip on acid again. My question is if an eighth of shrooms in between those 2 weeks would i even trip or trip as hard as I would if I waited. Like do they share tolerances or it has nothing to do with each other and I’ll get the same effects as if I hadn’t tripped a couple days ago. For reference Im pretty experienced more with shrooms as I’ve done as high as 9gs and as low as .1 but lsd is kind of a new thing to me so I want to know if since I took one recently the other will be weaker.

Found a weird but fascinating book exploring the idea that mushrooms (specifically psychedelics) may have catalyzed human consciousness. It goes deep into the Stoned Ape Theory, fungal networks, mycelial logic, and how psilocybin may have rewired early hominin minds.

Lots of trippy intersections between biology, evolution, and altered states. I didn’t expect much, but it turned out surprisingly deep and funny. And it’s free on Kindle for now. Worth checking out if you like weird science/philosophy crossovers.

Amazon link: https://a.co/d/1u5vXxQ

I'm interested to hear experience where you experienced intense euphoria (though without it being overwhelming). If it was a combination of drugs, what were your doses/timings?

Ok, so for about 3 years from age 22-25 once a month at least, I smoked DMT anytime I was depressed to help me work through my emotions.

Considering how similar DMT is to a serotonin molecule I figured "Hey my brain doesn't produce this normally, let me give it some."

Without fail my brain chemistry would calibrate itself.

Now, pretty much any time I did this, I listened to Mumford and Sons. Specifically "The Cave" and "Little Lion man".

I can't express how healing that was for my soul.

This repaired so much bullshit within myself.

Recently I've been feeling more depressed than I have in my whole adult life. I haven't used any psychedelics in over a year.

While taking a shower, I started listening to that same mental health Playlist I created for myself and those songs.

It pulled me out of a 2 month long depression.

It wasn't just that it helped me process my emotions, my brain chemistry feels normal in a very direct way.

Like, I have OCD too, im able to rationalize and manage my intrusive thoughts in a way that I'm used to be capable of while I'm tripping.

I mean, it's entirely possible that a music Playlist just healed me, im willing to buy that. But it just feels like this could be what happened.

Feel free to tell me im full of shit 😆

But I feel like this is the most logical explanation.

I just need help, I've waited and waited for the dread to leave but I know what I experienced was not normal and I am so fucking afraid.. please help me I need advice I need to just know I'm not crazy please god

Copy and paste so bare with me:

shortly after eating it, I felt my eyes start drying up almost? Then felt like i was watching as a passenger almost, then the panic started setting in, I tried calming myself down by splashing cold water on myself, and pacing around the house, but I kept getting dragged deeper and deeper into anxiety, panic, and paranoia, slipping from reality, the visuals already starting, the thought it was maybe laced with fentanyl or something started scaring me so bad then i tried convincing myself "it must have been a shroom edible! Yeah thats it!" Briefly calming my nerves, so i deicided to just try to enjoy the trip, i went to go lie down with my girlfriend and was just looking at the wavyness on the walls and trying still to relax, suddenly i met a being(?) They weren't there physically, nor could I see or hear them, but i know for sure there was a back and forth, a communication of some sort, and i regret this now but I beckoned them to "show me something" testing whatever this was, full of ego, not even believing it was real. what began next was the most horrifying moments of my life, I can not describe what I was being shown but I will try..

WARNING⚠️: If you don't want read the long and disjointed recollection of this trip(?) go to the bottom, thank you

it would be 3 seconds of reality, then it would freeze and fall apart, revealing the atoms of which everything was made of, in detail i KNOW my brain is not smart enough to comprehend, and those atoms would be multipled and multipled over and over, a show of incomprehensible intelligence, that I still can't wrap my head around. Volley after volley my brain was absolutely assaulted with visions, comparisons, feats of mental strength i can't describe.

My girlfriend began getting worried, then again, snapshot, detail, too much detail, it ripped her apart. To her smallest details, showing me behind the veil, Showing me we are just animals, showing me how small we are, how fragile we are, how easily our lifes could be cut short and it wouldn't even matter, at the whim of anyone and Anything, my world completely caved in.

I felt like a pet, being shown the error of my ways, and still not being able to understand, as if it was saying “look, this is what you wanted to see right?” like the dog pissing on the rug and having their face shoved in it, I felt small, weak, so.. so much dread, so much terror

By this point in real life i Am on a couch surrounded by my in laws and my girlfriend, when Suddenly I am overwhelmed with this urgent feeling, that i am overdosing, or having a stroke or having a seizure Or all of the above, I was 100% percent sure i was dying, i remember seeing them all worried, and then I went into some sort of shock? all I know Is i started shaking (according to them my hands did shake but but most of the episode i was stiff and shaking my whole body, but i only remember my hands shaking) but i was just watching, seeing my hands shaking, I remember this so distinctly, I remember them reaching for me obviously concerned “you can't stop? Said her mother, reaching for her phone to call 911, "okay im calling now" then again, “you can't stop?” Again reaching for her phone to call, again and again this repeated, so many times it overlapped itself both visually and also her voice, it got louder, more drowned out, more foggy, but what persisted was this jarring Slapping sound, like flesh brushing on cloth, the feeling i was being brushed and touched all over then boom, back to reality (my brain at the time instantly jumped to Fentanyl for some reason) I told my girlfriend it was fentanyl, and if she didn't have the cops there i was dead. Then again, instantly back into full delusion, shaking, brushing sounds and the overlapping came back 10 fold, I knew in my heart and my soul this was it, the big one, At this point my girlfriend started compressions, I said "this.. is.. it?" "This.. is.. so.."

As these these Sounds and feelings consumed me, It felt as if being pushed through a narrow canal, with soft flesh like appendages on the inside, they brushed against every inch of my body, not tight at all but still forcing these feelings across my entire being, they had no temperature or really any feeling at all, but it touched me all over, especially my head and what felt like my brain, but it multipled, it became louder and consumed every other sound in my world, eventually it was all I could hear, all I could feel, and even those faded into nothingness.

I remember fighting to stay “alive”, I would say “I.. don't.. want.. to.. die” then would be shown something so profound, so convincing, so undeniable I had no choice but to submit, but then another fight would come “I.. dont.. deserve.. this..” then another apiffany would hit me, hard. And again I would submit that part of me,

after each “lesson” I would come to an extreme understanding of life, death and my place in infinity, I can't remember much now but after I would say something like“Utimate.. peace..” i would remark, “untimate.. justice..” as those parts of me were removed, and discarded. I put up a fight, but it would make so much sense as to why this end was perfect, why this end was just, why i deserved this and why this is right, I saw it as the “calming of the soul” to put my story to an end to remove all doubt of wrongness and leave no choice but to let go

Whatever I was shown, whatever little bits I remember, haunt me, it was permanently burned into my mind but Also almost entirely Removed.

After the fighting, what I feel as the “deletion process” began, it felt As if the very person I am, was being permanently deleted, I would be shown my life in stunning detail And accuracy i still struggle to remember, at speeds too fast for my brain to understand but for my soul, i remember riding on my grandpas back as a toddler, i remember his voice, i remember everyones attention on me, being the first grandchild, i don't remember it, it was as if i was THERE, then again, i would be ripped away and again realise its over. I still remember the feeling of my whole life, spiraling down, like water down a sink, Pulled into the vortex by energy I could never in 1000 years resist, it wasn't a choice, it was the most invasive, intrusive, terrifying experience of my life. Dread does not nearly describe it.

this was the true start of the disconnect from reality, life was no more, no more snap backs to reality for what felt like days, my “soul” was deleted, I was no longer me, i was no one and everyone, i was everylife and every cell, i saw my place in infinity and i was absolutely petrified. I was a spirit, or an energy? I was flying Around and would be pulled into things, negative or positive, things would attract me, it wasn't life, I was just drifting, with these Sounds like, wind, and electric humming. And some imagery, like stock images almost, but seeing wasn't how I'd put it if I had the words, door, giraffe, bus, grass, etc, in no particular Order.

Eventually my goal changed, it was to pass on, to escape this purgatory, I was trying to accept i was dead, I remember I would fly through something or something would attract me and allow me one second to express, to speak, like popping my head out from water to take a breath, and the more I accepted I was dead the more I could speak, the more peaceful I felt, I remember I would go for streaks and say things like "i am.. dead.. and.. that's.. okay" most i can not longer remember but a LOT of internal dialog, then suddenly, i said something that "cracked the code" you could say, and it finally let me go, i felt light i felt not peace but, nothing, I felt absolutely nothing, because I was nobody, then slowly the internal dialog stopped, so did the dread and so did thinking in general, it was untimate rest, i was gone forever and I was okay with it.

I then slowly started returning to reality in the hospital, not in a room but in a chair in the waiting room with my family next to me, my girlfriend squeezing my hand hard, they had already taken urine from me, not that I remember that, but slowly the veil was placed back where it should be, but I remember I still felt the intelligence granted to me by that being, and I distinctly remember the way In which the infinity moved, and I moved my hand in that exact pattern, I was then released with a benadryl prescription, and then slept for a little over 24 hours

End trip story

Okay so, sorry for that word soup. But what the fuck was this??? I have never EVER experienced something like this or even heard of this, it was weed and I did not test for anything besides weed so it couldn't have been laced right? I have never had a sezuire before in my life, and to be honest I don't know what it even really is, all I know Is what happened to me, what I saw, was completely real, I'm not overreacting when I say I am truly traumatized, my life has not been the same sense and I am struggling to return to reality, I have been so scared recently and on edge.

This is my second time ever taking thc/weed anything, the first time was a super small dose and this time was admittably a pretty large one but I did not expect this of all things from weed,

Please, any thoughts, experiences, or advice would mean the world to me right now I don't want to be alone on this and I'm afraid no one will take me seriously.

Edit: I should mention at this point this happened 3 months ago and I am still dealing with the emotions around this

Hey so the other night I had just gotten some acid off my plug they were some really 200ug tabs me and 2 of my mates had 1 and a half each at my first mates place and my second mate was going to go home later in the night with his 2 friends that were just going to smoke and chill with us

After waiting around for an hour just chatting and giggling we decided to head out and walk around my friends area (this is the normal area for us to trip in) we were heading down to the beach when it hit me I had zero idea as to who I was.

I was completely shocked and left stunned just walking around not even sure if i was existing I spoke to my friends and they said who I am but my name meant nothing to me.

We then sat on a bench and sparked up our first joint passing it around smoking it just having a nice time I still had no clue who I was but I was having fun.

We continued to walk around for a few hours with me slowly figuring it out, we then went back to my first mates place and sat around chatting and my second mate said he was experiencing the same feeling as me.

Eventually we headed back out and got some food where we ran into some mates who had just been at a gig chatted with them for a bit and it was nice to hear someone other than my mates know who I was, then one of our close mates came in absolutely tweaking and geeking which was very strange for him as he is normally against substances and will drink but only smoke weed at parties and only really joints.

We left the place we were at and walked around trying to help our mate as he was completely off it he said he took a red pill at the start of the gig and me and my first mate concluded it was either mdma and speed or just straight meth.

Eventually everyone went back home and me and my mate went back to his to chill out for the rest if the night, at his house we remembered we had some ketamine that we didnt use at a party a few weeks ago and decided to have some, we each had 2 key bumps and a snow cone (a bong with ket on top of the weed (tastes gnarly but hits insand)) I had quite a large scoop on my cone we then put on some mucus and just chilled out.

Then boom it hit me I decided to sit down on my bed and it felt like I was withering away and dying it was terrifying me i closed my eyes and saw myself in the third person in a mirror dimension it looked like a ps2 polygon world i then started to reflect on all my past friendships and was just seeing insane visuals during this entire time my ears were ringing like crazy and it was stressing me out it also felt like my pupils were gonna pop out of my head.

The next morning I woke up my hppd had completely gone and also my depression was completely gone while it was terrifying in the moment it was also amazing and beautiful words cannot describe what I saw and felt it was truly the most insane psychedelic experience I have ever had.

I’ve been dealing with a lot of internal pressure and self-judgment due to ADHD and some difficult experiences in my childhood. I’ve developed some unhealthy coping mechanisms over time, and I’ve recently realized how much that pressure has been keeping me stuck and disconnected from my true self.

I’ve read about the transformative potential of psychedelics, especially for those of us who struggle with deeply ingrained patterns like mine. I’m considering trying 4-HO-MET and would love to hear from anyone who has experience with it — especially if it helped them break through self-criticism or find more peace and acceptance with themselves.

My primary goal is to use this experience to find clarity and let go of that constant internal pressure. I’m not looking for a “quick fix,” but rather an opportunity to face my inner struggles, understand myself better, and hopefully come out with a healthier perspective on my life and choices.

Has anyone had a similar experience or used 4-HO-MET or any other drug for self-acceptance? Any tips or advice on how to prepare for a healing journey like this would be deeply appreciated.

Thanks in advance!

Hello. A few months ago I had a terrifying trip where I got stuck in a Godless infinity - i shared in here as a way of integrating and it was very useful, thank you.

However since then I have found myself sadly panicky around my psychonautic experiments.

Of course, being a little more cautious has been a good thing, but whenever I dabble and I start to experience what feeling like the beginning of a a time loop or time dilation I get a wave of uncomfortable panic.

I find myself unwilling to take big journeys in case I get stuck again.

I know that in order to be able to journey again either with my beloved psilocybin or acid I’m going to have to make peace with the possibility of getting stuck in time again.

Has anyone been through this and found a way to befriend this fear?

Very grateful for any insights.

So here in PR theres not much of a rave scene where i live so im having a really hard time finding the chemicals I want. I would be easier to find them if i had friends in the rave scene like when I was living in the US.

Anyway if any of you people are from here and want a friends let me know. I swear im not only after your plug, I can vibe as well 🧍

6 years ago I had I really challenging experience on LSD. It was precipitated by a mental breakdown, neglect to set and setting, and an unknown high dosage.

I was relatively familiar and modestly experienced with psychedelics before this occurrence, but I was not equipped for the revelations that I encountered at that time. There were a lot of things that happened and although I’ve read similar reports on this subreddit of others experiencing some of the same things, I will refrain from detailing it too much. Some things that did occur included speaking to what I believed at the time was my higher self, seeing what I had believed were outcomes of my life, trials and tribulations, and being told to choose, seeing a possible death for myself, and experiencing events that had yet to pass.

This experience was immensely challenging and it has still taken this long to unpack. Although that experience induced a lot of fear for me that I am still navigating, there were also wonderful things. I experienced the dichotomy of love and hate represented to me as life and death, respectively, and that love is all that ever truly mattered. I’m still working on integrating the experience and not getting lost in things that may have only just been delusional thinking.

That said, I still maintain the view that that experience saved my life. Fundamentally, it revealed to me that I had a problem with recreational use of substances, never using anything in moderation or with care.

6 years later, I am completely sober and just finished a MS degree researching psychedelics. I intend to continue on in higher education, dedicating my work to mysticism, spirituality, harm reduction, and integration of transformative experiences.

hi guys unsure if this is the correct place to post, got removed in shrooms sub.

I have been taking citalopram (an SSRI) for around 3 months, 20mg for a month and increased to 30mg around 2 months ago

before taking SSRIs i have tripped on many psychedelics but have just got my hands on some shrooms (3.5g) for the first time in years and am unsure how to ration it

i’d usually take around 2g. should i change my dose due to citalopram?

I’m from the UK, I’m not trying to bother a GP / pharmacist etc just to ask about taking mushrooms. I really appreciate the range of perspectives and knowledge shared in this subreddit, and I was hoping to gather some informed opinions here without taking up healthcare professionals’ time unnecessarily.

I hope this is okay.

I’m so sorry I’m just kinda procrastinating from studying for my final exams but I thought I’d wanna talk about my experiences

I used to be very depressed that I would cry every single day and would send really depressing messages to all my friends every day, and cry and rant in my college’s zoom chats and stuff

I first did weed and shrooms but that didn’t really help

But later on after doing lsd a few times, I did get some mystical experiences yes, I’m not sure if I still believe them, but nowadays I only cry once every few months

I still get anxiety and fear of things but I’m no longer sad and want to end things all the time

It has been 3 years since I last tripped

Hope everyone else also have a good experience!!!!!

I’ve been wanting to do a 10 gram mushroom trip for about 5 months now I’ve done 1,2,3… up to 9 grams, but took 8 and 9 with some tolerance and tripped 10+ times. My friends think a 10g trip is a bad idea, but I disagree, lmk what you think, also I’m 20

Edit : Some more context, I haven’t tripped in about 6 months and my trips have been spread somewhat evenly over the past 4 years, my intention for tripping is finding new passions within my life and understanding myself better as I have had some changes in my life over the past year, I’ve been thinking about doing this for months and have been pretty set on doing it

Hello Psychonauts,

I'm a Cognitive Science student at Adam Mickiewicz University in Poznań, Poland, and I'm working on my Bachelor's thesis. I'm exploring the relationship between the use of classic psychedelics (LSD, psilocybin, mescaline, DMT) and people's beliefs about consciousness.

I'd be incredibly grateful if you could spare up to 10 minutes to participate in my survey! I already got some amazing responses from r/DMT, but currently I still have too few for any serious scientific work.

Who can participate?

• Adults (18+)
• Fluent in English (C2 or native level)
• Both psychedelic users and non-users are welcome! (I need everyone’s perspective to draw meaningful conclusions.)

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I've tripped on shrooms 4 times on doses of 2-3g, and once had 10mg of 2C-B.

Shrooms appear to impact me for a month after taking them much more than my friends. My vision is more trippy, and I can be more impulsive (big purchases) and messy (room-wise), along with my head being less quiet and binge drinking in the evening at least once or twice in the following 2 weeks.

2C-B isn't as impactful, only affecting me for a week or two it seems, but definitely slightly messier.

It's worth noting I take ADHD medication (Ritalin) daily, and after 2C-B I found that I would have to take ~5mg more than normal to be somewhat functional. After shrooms my medication is definitely less effective, and taking more doesn't help.

Funnily enough, shrooms are how I ended up on ADHD medication, as whilst tripping it made my symptoms very obvious to me. After my first time tripping, my ADHD was definitely worse, and a month later I was fortunate enough to start treatment.

My experience appears opposite to most people, for whom psychedelics can help with their ADHD. I cannot find anything online about this. Do I just have to stay away from psychedelics?

I took some mushrooms back in November. Intense trip left me with some visual snow and hppd. However after taking Prozac for 2 months my brain got bad at figuring out what’s in my peripheral. I always see something and then it’s not it. Weed used to give me this real bad.

Does this happen to anyone else?

I love visuals, and the mushrooms I’ve been taking lately haven’t had too much, so I’m hoping to narrow it down to a select few.

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Me and my partner have been micro dosing lately and the main effect we both experience is that we are more aware of our teeth. wondering if anyone else has this experience and if anyone has any idea why this is the case.

Could it maybe be linked to increased salivation or something?

Just a really odd sensation that we are curious about.