10g I thought I was ready, I was not
It took a while until it kicked in. A classic "these edibles ain't shi-" moment. And then I saw gods everywhere. They took me and violently shoved my face again and again into the infinite wisdom until my head cracked open.
Insignificance of everything. Suffering. Loneliness. Pure hell of boiling madness. I was 100% sure I'm not coming back. Never in my life I had felt so hopelessly sick. Everybody knows that I'm insane. My poor mother, my poor girlfriend, my friends, they don't know I died of old age in just 2 seconds. They don't know I'm just a fruit fly that got trapped in the wrinkles on God's skin.
I used to believe I know how to handle shrooms. Whoops. My previous bad trips are nothing compared to this one. Actually, I hesitate to even call it a bad trip. It's something else entirely.
Right now I'm seriously considering to change my career path. I lived as a madman for 3 eternities in pure hell, this earthly life Is much more bearable than THAT.
I feel as if Ive poked those entities/gods just for fun for too long and then they got mad and vomitted pure god tier insanity into my mouth. Because to be a god means to be insane.
Sending love to you all. This community helped me tremendously on my path. I feel like a lot of us are just lurking around without actually writing any trip reports. Because after experiences like that you think "what's the point?".
I'll try to be better. I'll try to conquer my weaknesses. I'll take care of myself so I can take care of the others.