I believe ultimately we have free will. We have the freedom to choose. I'm not going to argue about how "beautiful life is" and "how wrong people are to disagree" because ultimately, we have the ability to choose.
I find ALOT of people on here are fixated on the ugliness and bad things in life. So engrossed in their owns beliefs that they would RATHER be "right" about life being a shithole rather than actually being happy in life. They would prefer their negative mindsets being "true" than being happy, or at least making an attempt to. I mean, ultimately, they AREN'T actually wrong. But they aren't any more or less wrong than those happy wanderer pricks raving about the beauty of life. It always comes back to that stupid glass. Nobody is truly right and nobody is truly wrong. Maybe we do have a choice? There is still ALOT of beautiful things in this life worth experiencing! If you can, try to stay alive as long as you can!
Anyway, I REALLY thought I was going to kill myself some weeks ago. Things were REALLY bad for a VERY long time and I thought I tried enough. It feels like frickin chance I'm still here. I was drinking some wine one night, and for some reason, I decided to chow down a couple of psilocybin mushrooms (maybe about 5) and wow, I just felt so...elated. I felt alright. I felt like, "reconnected" to the world. I started to feel things again. I actually shed quite a few tears of joy I should add. Wow, it's been more than 3 weeks now and I'm still feeling pretty alright (haven't even administered another dose!). The worst thing I really felt from it all was that I had a little diarrhea for a few days after.
Anyway, it's so bizzare because I HAVE tried some psilocybin mushrooms before, but it would just give me racing (albeit stimulating) thoughts but with a side of annoying anxiety. However, I'm thinking the alcohol must have acted as a sedating agent to mitigate those anxious thoughts/feelings, thus enabling the shrooms to do its therapeutic work. Fuck, it's so bizzare!
Anyway, this is AMAZING medicine! I feel like I'm operating at more or less my full potential. I mean, fuck, not everything is daisies and lillies and I still feel a lot of guilt for something from the past, but I feel I can make amends and learn to live with myself. Basically, Ive decided to donate blood. If I can make 25 donations, I think I can let myself off the hook. And I'm not even a big fan of needles!
Anyway, I still got shrooms left...Anybody wanna try some? I'm comfortable driving a few hours worth in Ontario, Canada.