Around this time last year I discovered shrooms for the first time.
I was drinking daily, depressed all the time, and arguing with my girlfriend non stop.
One evening, I was drunk, and we had a massive argument. After screaming at eachother (and probably waking the neighboarhood) I walked out of the house drunk, and walked to the beach.
I sat on the bench and looked out at the water. I was ready to go for my last swim and kill the pain, once and for all. Alcohol and weed didn't numb it anymore.
I cried and begged to God to save me. I didn't know if God existed, but I though I'd give it a shot as a last resort. I sat on bench overlooking the water, crying and begging to God, who may or may not exist.
I didn't kill myself that night, but I cry to this day when I think about how close I came, and how I almost abandoned my girlfriend and our 2 year old son.
Anyways, about the shrooms. Somehow, by chance and "coincidence", shortly afterwards I found myself interested in trying magic mushrooms. I've never done anything other than weed and alcohol (mostly alcohol)
I was scared to take them, as I didn't know what to expect. I was on my last rope so was willing to try anything. I read in the news that they may help with depression and addiction.
I ate 2 grams of dried psilocybe cubensis and waited to see what would happen.
I can't put into words what happened to me, the closest I can come to is God touched me. I "knew" that there was something more to existance than just what I see.
I instantly changed that moment, and the following morning took my girlfriend and my son out to breakfast and I tried to explain to her what had happened to me.
My depression was gone, and stayed gone for weeks. My job, which I hated, suddenly seemed ok. For the first time, I could honestly say that my job was an ok way to spend my days.
That was one year ago. I've now been 10 months without a drop of alcohol, or a single cigarette.
I've got a long way to go. My depression comes back sometimes, but not as bad, because I no longer fuel it with alcohol.
My partner and I argue sometimes, but much less now, and much less fiercly.
I eventually quit my job and am now trying to start a new business, something I've dreamed of and have been trying to achieve for many years.
Most importantly, my son has a more safe and happy environment to grow up in.
I'm now trying to undo the damage that's been done to me, as quickly as possible, so my son get's a better start to life than I did.
I'm still addicted to weed, but at least liver cancer and/or lung cancer won't kill my chance at raising my boy into the man I wish I was (and may someday become too).
In a few weeks I'll be going to a Ahayuasca ceremony for the first time. It's in a safe environment with a reputable guide.
I'm nervous about facing the darkness that's inside me, but without psychedelics I probably wouldn't be alive today, and know that it's my best shot at one day being free and living a happy and normal life.
Anyways, wish me luck!
Peace