INTRODUCTION
This is a tale of woe and also of warning. It is a story of massive personal failure to a life ruining degree. It involves hospitalization and serious mental illness. It involves yours truly, long-term Nexus user, jungleheart. The ending doesn't come to a full resolution either, but hope and resilience are ultimately victorious.
If reading about descriptions of psych wards, mentally ill delusions or sexual harassment are disturbing to you, please stop reading now.
Let me set the scene by saying I tripped compulsively in my teens and early 20s and was already pretty clued in. I had already found the Nexus at 21 and had spent years tripping and being active by this time, mainly on the chat. Had already tried extracting. (I'm in my mid-30s now, by the way).
So I was 25 and I was stuck in a dead end job. I was applying for two years and no one would hire me. I know at this time the right course of action would have been to get into non-profit work, my personality is suited for it and they would have appreciated me. At the time, I dismissed that idea and decided to move in with my parents to save money and do an MBA.
This was the worst decision of my life. Doing so literally has decimated my life since 2017, when I first started the program. I have been picking up the pieces since approximately 2019. The events that transpired are the focus of this story.
THE WRONG VALUES SET IN
A few things happened in short succession:
- I got a new job at a fast paced tech firm
- My performance at work and school was suffering due to burnout
- I got my doctor to prescribe me Adderall
- I got the energy to turn my performance around and got elected class President
I started kicking ass, but a nightmare was coming. Because of the Adderall, my circadian rhythm got out of sync. I would double dose and stay up all night. Of course, the MBA was soulless. I got sucked into the focus on profits and enamored by the high status of some of my classmates. I was turning to the dark side.
I made the pursuit of status, wealth and power my life's goals, rather than spiritual pursuit.
This is the part I'm ashamed to admit. I began flirting with my company's CTO thinking it would help get me a promotion. I got a number of decent people fired by pointing out their errors to management.
All the while, I was completely obliterating myself with 4-AcO-DMT. If you want to ruin your life, trip while on Adderall and obsessing about status, wealth and power. I may as well have been performing a satanic ritual to trade away my soul.
THE IMPACT OF THE WRONG VALUES
The next years of my life have had a lot of darkness. There were two periods of hospitalization, six months unable to work, job loss, and at least two years on and off thinking I was communicating with angels and demons.
Throughout 2018 I slowly felt myself becoming "psychic". Only to begin "psychically communicating" with people at work, including the CTO. Over the course of the year I began to believe we fell in love. It was eventually revealed to me that he was a demon and it was on me to save the world. Typical schizophrenic stuff.
I grew impatient of waiting for the CTO to leave his wife for me. The reality was that there was a flirtation going on. I would find reasons to visit his desk area to give him a big smile and talk to him. He would come to my area to check me out and make eyes at me. This went on for months and it confirmed my delusions. I started really having trouble keeping it together.
Knowing that it would end in self-destruction, I started texting him sexual things to try to get him to take action. We had a sit down with HR in which he informed me he was happily married and it was decided I should take two weeks to try to gather myself.
I knew something was off, and thinking it was HPPD, I picked up a low dose of Seroquel, an antipsychotic. But it wasn't close to enough.
After those two weeks I returned to work and kept my head down but things didn't let up. Within a few weeks, towards the end of 2018, I drove myself to urgent care thinking I had been poisoned. They held me for a month. I spent the holidays in the hospital.
Many traumatizing delusions from this time. This forum is not the place to go into great depth about what I believed, but they included thinking I was communicating with Illuminati demons who controlled society. I watched them steal people's souls and put them in glass bottles. The dimmed spark meant that people who have no choice but to turn to mental illness, drug addiction, prostitution or all of the above. I thought this was happening me to me. I thought I would never work again.
Chock-full of antipsychotics the delusions stopped and I was released. I was on medical leave for another 5 months while they titrated various medications up and down.
Within a few months of returning to work, they let me go saying I was too junior for any upcoming projects and they didn't want to train me for another role.
It was after leaving that toxic company that I was able to start to heal.
THE AFTERMATH
I wish I could say it was all upwards from there, but it wasn't. There were steps forward and steps back. After 6 months I found a good low-stress research position that lasted through the pandemic. But they misdiagnosed me as bipolar so the medication I was on wasn't strong enough and I had another episode that lasted six months. I spent my 34th birthday in the hospital.
They updated my diagnosis to schizoaffective, which is a combination of schizophrenia and bipolar. It seems like a death sentence.
It's a struggle to find forgiveness of myself for all of this. I don't know if I'll ever be able to trip again. I tried tripping again last year and it triggered never ending hallucinations that required increasing my medication.
The medication I'm on has serious consequences. It's like a blunt object that dims both dopamine and serotonin, so although my personality is the same I have less range of emotions and it has other impacts like less chemical rewards for achieving goals. I'm also at risk for tardive dyskinesia, which I've had before but thankfully went away. TD caused uncontrollable mouth movements that can morph into permanent facial ticks and limb stiffness.
I've spared you a lot of stories and the endless doctors visits and constantly adjusting medication. I'm on 10 medications right now, half of them to manage the side effects of the other ones, and I'm addicted to sleeping medication.
I'm lucky I could live with my parents during all this or I could have easily ended up homeless. I'm also lucky I never had an aversion to seeing doctors or taking medication as some with mental illness do.
CONCLUSION
I could try to put a positive spin on all this but I don't want to. I feel that posting this is the next step to making amends and maybe getting my life back.
Things are looking up but I'm in rough shape right now.
Something to note is that over the course of this time I manifested a number of toxic situations that have been difficult or near impossible to get out of. I have an MBA but now I have a high-stress job and I'm stuck living with my parents which has a negative impact on my mental health, when I am just struggling to be stable.
There is nothing I wouldn't give up to be able to do it again differently. Nothing is worth completely destroying your mental health. If I'm never able to trip again, it may literally be the biggest tragedy of my life.
As I am writing, I feel a sense of peace come over me now because I think the worst is behind me. In the past five years I discovered my love of non-profit work and had an idea of my own that I am working on.
I am thankful that despite laying waste to my life the past five years that something positive is sustained.
Despite my upbringing, environment, and lack of spiritual direction propelling me through an existential woodchipper, I am coming out of the other side a better and more resilient person.
It is my hope that by atoning and sharing my story, building good karma, and removing toxic situations from my life that I might be able to get off medication and trip again one day.
Throughout all this, the lessons that have come from the depth of my psyche, which I am sharing with you, and upon which I will rebuild my life:
TRUST IS GREATER THAN CONTROL
GOODNESS IS SUSTAINED
and
NEVER DISRESPECT THE SACRAMENT.