death, drugs
So the big thing I learned from my last time taking mushrooms was a deep, visceral understanding of what "everyone dies alone" really means. I kind of wish I didn't, tbh.
I had hoped for an evening of being connected to the people around me, but the drugs hit harder than expected and I kind of stopped being a part of the world for a while. Deeply isolating.
Part of me wants to go back there, to see if I can get used to not fully existing.