better is not even really a label I like to apply anymore, because it still implies that I am state-specific, if that makes sense. I have found that life is not based on stability..stability is something we cultivate, but personally I find when I begin to define myself the inevitable result is more suffering-if not now, later.
I am very much not "better" anyway..I still hold a lot of pain and suffering and sometimes it feels like a curse. I would be lying if I said everything is just great and I am fixed or something.
What I found, at the deepest bottom of my own pit of misery, was god. Many people are sort of shocked when I say that, because I have probly made enough of an ass of myself in the past in relation to that subject and I did not like that word or the concept.
When I felt like I had nothing left, I had stopped eating, literally loosing 15-20 pounds very quickly...I stopped sleeping because I was just having on constant anxiety attack. I can honestly say there is a period of about 4-5 days where I think I most have just sat in a blanket not going outside not eating not sleeping, and I cant remember it...like I have amnesia..maybe the brains way to protect itself from traumatic emotions, I don't know. I know there was a period where I just sat there, I did not smoke weed or take psychedelics either so it was not due to that..I just felt hollow and dead inside and I honestly would not have minded simply passing away out of this life. I don't think I can be the same person I was after experiencing that.
One day, without much thought I put a pile of DMT in my pipe and simply smoked it. There was nothing spiritual about me doing it, I think I figured I could just smoke a big hit and disappear from the world, because I decided I did not enjoy the suffering of it.
When it came on, there was no fear, or elation, or anxiety....I was dead inside, felt devoid of love and any relevent emotion that I truly did not care. In a way I think I had temporarily dissolved my own ego already, only through the shock and pain I was going through. I remember entering some kind of hyperspace..and I mean like deep.
..and then I began screaming. I still wonder if someone heard me actually screaming..if they did they did not say anything to me about it. I was just sort of zooming through the cosmos screaming, trying to find this person..my lover...and I couldn't-she was just gone...I screamed and screamed until my emotions slowly came back..and then my screaming became crying..and I screamed and cried in hyperspace trying to find her..and then it was as if what I was trying to find was just love...and it was not there...
I think I have felt my whole life like no one ever really loved me...it's a profoundly fucked up feeling to realize that you have developed completely nihilistic habits out of your lack of feeling loved...and that they have been ruining yourlife, causing you to hurt yourself, and hurt others. I had spent so long thinking I was not even worthy of love.
So by now my body must be crouched over, on it's knees, screaming and crying as my soul is out searching for this thing called love..which is can't find.
..and then slowly the screaming, and crying transforms bit by bit, into the most intense cathartic ecstatic moaning, and then the moaning becomes the most intense comic laughter until I am laughing so hard I am back to crying...
...and then suddenly, God is with me.
There is just light, just cosmic hyperspace light and it's infused with love, and it's me, and it's you..it's all the suffering and all the joy, all the love and all the hate..
It's my broken heart, on the ground, beating and bleeding in a puddle, finally unbound..and this clot I had created through my own suffering and stagnation just fell apart, and it hurt..it hurt soooo bad..
The immensity of the pain that began wallowing through my entire soul was just incomprehensible, but it was also no longer divorced from the all the love, and all the joy, or from god.
It was like this alchemical union of opposites flowing back into the cosmic pleroma of the gnostics...there was just this other place, of light, beyond our world of opposites...my deepest pain had become my greatest accomplishment...I saw my whole life as just this momentous journey back towards god..and from that place it didn't matter that I would come back to my place in this world, with my problems intact, because all of it was part of god, and I knew that gods love was my love, and if god loves me, than I love me.
God is just a word. That light, and that darkness is so far beyond language constructs.
In the matter of mere moments, I had been reborn a dualist, a non-dualist, a neo-monotheistic-pan-entheist, polytheistic pantheist..nothing and everything.. and, ultimately, a mystic.
I came back down, quickly at first, and then slowly more and more over a number of weeks. The light of god, or w/e word you want to use, stayed with me for weeks. I began eating properly again, started working 40+ hours a week, while going to school at night after work. I was not enlightened, or even necessarily "better". I just stopped caring about such concepts..I had seen god, and that was enough. The rest comes in time. It was a really important time in my life, probly the most important time of my life.
Bad days happen, and bad things happen. That's life...but life is a process, never betray that with a passionless existence.
Don't get hung up on states within the process, or ideas of regret, or living without regrets...loose all of that if you can. Would I do things different if I could go back in time? Yes, definately..why not? there is soo so much I would do different, and I don't think I so different from anyone else. We all make mistakes, and wonder what if__?
I don't have a time machine though, and I can't change my past(trust me I would build that machine if I could

). All I can do is live the best I can right now, and love myself, so that I can have the support of that light in my life to be open enough to accept the love of others.
I never had an experience like that again. I think it was a one time thing.
Long live the unwoke.