Hey Forrest,
Sounds like a rather crazy time you've had!
To my knowledge, there's nowhere in the West at least that you can just go to and receive psychedelic therapy (although it'd be a major leap forward for mankind if there was). Also a bugger being in the US. From my own travels there, I'm always stunned by the sheer amount of people who have been clearly failed by the healthcare system there. I'm often in and out of DC, and while I love the city and the people in it, there won't be a single trip out to the shops or whatever when I'm not faced with someone clearly suffering from mental health troubles, but have been kicked to the curb as they don't have the cash for treatment.
That said, even in the UK with the NHS (which I'm a strong supporter of), I couldn't receive the treatment I needed to end a lifelong battle with depression. To cut a very, very long story short, a few short years ago I was a completely broken man. I'd tried drinking my sorrows away (British classic) as well as dabbling in a cocaine addicition, smoking weed until my eyes bled, and acting like a promiscuous, fornicating t***. You can imagine how that all turned out. I also went with anti-depressants, but found that although the drugs created a wall between myself and my depression, they didn't resolve anything. I also went with therapy, but being both a smart and stubborn bastard, that didn't work out either.
So, remembering the brief respite from it that LSD have given me in the past, I decided that I'd have to change up my approach and try something more radical to resolve the situation.
I decided three things:
1. That I would spend more time researching thinking about thinking, with the idea being that I could outsmart myself if I started to understand the fallacies my brain was falling for.
2. I would become more active, and take up a sport. I used to play rugby, but I ended up getting injured all the time (biggest guy on the field - I took a lot of heavy tackles). So, I went with cycling.
3. I would invest, quite heavily, in psychedelic experiences in order to unwind the mental knots that prevented me from moving forward with my life.
For the reading, I recommend You Are Not So Smart by David McRaney as a good starting point. This, and other books, helped me in understanding my own psychology, and gave me an edge when it came to tackling my head's weird output.
Cycling worked out a charm. I managed to fit it into my daily routine going to work and back, and every time I built up a sweat in the saddle, I saw my problems evaporate.
Psyches were more interesting. Although I'd previously tripped with friends, I started taking larger and larger doses of LSD and Mescaline solo with a view to both enjoy myself, and to challenge what goes on inside my head. Personality sculpting, I called it. I basically pondered for some time before taking a drug what I wanted to challenge, and then I would think about this while I was tripping. Slowly but surely, I uncovered more evidence for why I should celebrate myself and my existence, and combined with the other two factors, the depression began to fade.
It's been three years since I decided that I'd trip my way out of my mental mess. I now live in a beautiful part of the UK away from the sordid crap I dealt with in the past, have a gorgeous girlfriend who I love and who loves me, and have the job I've always imagined, but never thought possible.
That said, my biggest breakthrough came on my last LSD trip (at 400ug, you'd hope you get something). I realised that because of the abuse I'd endured when I was younger, bullying, betrayals, bereavements, kickbacks, and simple down on your luck black hole misery that comes from graduating with an arts degree in the midst of the global recession, I'd let the world convince me that I hated myself. For all the things I now had in my life, I was still held back by this one mental block that the world had created for me. But then, I began to realise, the world was wrong. I'm a good guy. I've saved lives, I've helped people, I'm always there for a friend or a stranger in need. I leave a good impact in my wake. I'm leading a good life, and have evolved so far as a person in a few short years. And, the particularly moving conclusion, was maybe I shouldn't hate myself. Maybe, in a completely non-egotistical way, I should learn to love myself, and be happy with the man I have become.
This sense of complete and utter bliss washed over me at the thought, and I began crying. Extensively. For about 20 minutes. Not out of fear, or sadness. It was the first time I'd been happy enough to cry in my entire life (I'm tearing up just thinking about it).
What I'm trying to get across is that you don't need a shaman, or a perfect place, to learn to leave your negativity behind. You just need to know why you want to go into these states, meditate on your problems while you are there, and then (most crucially) analyse it afterwards. Write about it. Post it here. Speak about it with trusted friends or someone who knows their psychology. Just make sure you learn from it.
Have where you want to be in mind, and use the drugs as a catalyst to help your mind get there. Do it in the right place at the right time - and give yourself plenty of time in between trips to fully analyse and integrate what you have learned.
And it won't be a one-shot cure, but each wave will bring you closer to confidence in yourself. Do it a little, and perhaps move to somewhere you feel you can really kick back and be yourself, and do it some more.
TL;DR, you don't need to rely on other people to be a stronger person. Just train yourself to be that man.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!โ
โ Hunter S. Thompson