Microdosing for depression and anxiety etc seems helpful or larger doses in controlled environments and punch out further mental acclimation for sufferers
Like I stated after first time unpleasant I decided to defeat the fear thing if it all and approach it with knowledge and expectation
It worked despite the Manalishi awareness lol
I found mushrooms and peyote buttons more manageable
Probably 50 times maybe a few more and often outdoors bonfires and camping or early college. My last trip I was 19 at the dead in Tuscaloosa
I see people today who have panic attacks on high grade weed and edibles
I strongly urge them to avoid tripping because the similar malaise is far more severe
I’m 65 now and my only drug is my wife of many years who has held up miraculously but other some percs on occasion for spondylosis of the neck and RA that’s it though I might smoke weed again one day especially if she did but it just puts her to beddy bye
I like the taste of booze and know my reds and love a crisp lager but I don’t like the anesthetic affect and find booze so detrimental having seen it abused by people I love or loved
Anything in moderation helps folks get through the anxiety of life is ok with me in moderation
A lot of this is just how you’re made and raised and personality you inherit largely
I’ve PTSD mildly not like 6 months A Shau valley but enough and I found clonazopam in therapeutic doses took the edge off and lessened my anger at perceived threat awareness for about a year and fell in love and just quit but that’s just me
Girls or girl
Cigars La Gloria Cubana
My addictions
Have a good day I enjoy the conversation
I realize from the perch of 50 years later I romanticize it a bit
It didn’t work like that for everyone but I know 75 year olds who still trip but at smaller doses
Saw the in Montogomery 1980 - Lakeland, Montgomery, Atlanta (Fox theater front row Balcony), Duke, Norfolk Scope and Phila Spectrum. I had a 1.1 GPA that semester. Had to grow up a bit after that. Taking a close look at the Manson family was part of my embracing the shadow in the growing up process. So my feet finally took root in the ground, but I got a nice little place in the stars.