Imagine you’ve just walked through the doors of an AA or NA meeting and you take your seat at a large round table with dozens of other people just like you. They begin the meeting with everyone taking a turn to introduce themselves.
“Hi I’m Bob and I’m and alcoholic” “Hi Bob.
“Hi I’m Dick and I’m a heroin addict” “Hi Dick”
And so on and so forth, until finally they get to you....
“Hi I’m ____ and I’m a MushCultAholic ” “ ”
Then the biggest douchbag sponsor in the room pipes up and says “What the fuck is wrong with you”
This is exactly what would happen if I showed up at a meeting.
The reason for this thread is to start a meeting discussing how MC and tripping have helped you to overcome your addiction to more damaging behaviors and any consequences that your new addiction carries with it (albeit significantly less) Allow me to begin.
I was a drug addict for about a decade. I injected anything I could put in a needle. Meth, heroin, coke, pills. I even injected ambien one time. Needless to say, I have an addictive personality, through and through. I cannot do anything in moderation. I get completely fixated on something, then neglect my responsibilities to achieve that instant gratification and stimulate the reward centers in my brain.
In 2013, I discovered the shroomery and my newest obsession began. I read for day and weeks and months even before I tried my first pf grow. And since then, I have either been hooked on the rig, or hooked on the cult.
Today, and sometimes regrettably so, I find myself choosing the lesser of two evils. I say that because my addiction to MC can have the same effect on my responsibilities and relationships. But at least it’s not killing me, right?
Anyway, I would love to hear your stories and thoughts as we go around and introduce ourselves. Tell us a little about yourself and let’s see if this is an outlet people can utilize.
-------------------- Everything in life is a trade-off. All posts made by this account are purely satirical in nature.
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Comparatively, i've lived a fairly mundane life, so don't mind if i kick this thread off with the post i shared in the confessions thread.
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I said: If it weren't for mushrooms (microdosing specifically, but also cult) and the gym, i wouldn't be around today.
Lifting and cultivation give me a schedule and a regimen, microdosing keeps my head level and consistent. Battled depression in high school, but at that time i could never fathom taking my own life. Was okay for a few years after. Got into a bad relationship, blew a ton of money on a race car i never finished and parted out. Still dealing with the consequences 7 years later. Started dating a new girl, things were going well, had my mind set on marrying her. Was working for a job shop, work dried up and i was let go, so i tried my hand at daytrading bitcoin before the initial 20k spike, lived through the subsequent crash, lost 90% of all of my money, had to move back in with family. Winter hits, somebody hits my car overnight and totals it. Have to declare bankruptcy. Depressed from that, i didn't want to look for a new job. Didn't want to do anything. Lost all hope and motivation. The following 6 months after that, became suicidal. Have my plan and everything, how i'm going to notify people, how i'm going to do it, tidying up all my loose ends. Spent so many days in bed, 18-20 hours laying in bed staring at the ceiling or browsing imgur/reddit and ignoring everything. That was the last few months of 2018, and when i started growing mushies, i had been going to the gym regularly since that August. Girlfriend stuck it out for almost a year, we had now been together 3 years, when she finally left in summer 2019. I still wasn't working, but finally starting to feel better. Things were beginning to look up. Girlfriend leaves a week before my birthday. Exactly one month later, i have a job, and my everything quickly begins changing. With the newfound spare change and motivation, i go and get my real estate license. Lifts are going up, i now have money banked (4 digits but coming from under 2 years ago i was literally surviving on pocket change and filed bankruptcy, this is so huge it almost moves me to tears when i think about it), talking to a new girl, have a trouble-free car, was able to buy a lot of big things i've needed to for a long time (ie. mattress). I think i can say i'm pretty happy, and that's an emotion i haven't truly felt in close to a decade. Obviously still have my bad days, but like y'all have said, the bad days make me appreciate the good days that much more.
Another tidbit to add; went to a university for exactly one year, drank a fair amount but did okay first semester. Come home for Christmas, the morning of i can tell something is off with my parents so i ask what's up. They tell me they are getting a divorce. Drank so hard the second semester, i failed out and that entire school year is now mostly a blank spot in my memory.
Since that post, my mental health has declined a little bit. No longer talking to the new girl because my baggage from my ex is getting in my head, plus i don't do well around the holidays for the above reason, and all the turmoil in the US right now is weighing on me. Getting back on track with my diet and lifting, so it's getting better. I'm still very positive that my depression will kick up really hard one day and i will take my own life, but i'm trying my damnedest to prevent that.
Quick story from university. I discovered adderall, like most people. I was taking a German course, somehow the counselor thought that 4 years of HS German and one year of community college German was enough for a 300 level. I gave it a go but holy fucking shit what a bad decision. Entire class was taught in advanced German, we had to read novels and write reports fully in German. It was actually so rough, there were a group of 3-4 students who knew each other before the class, LIVED IN GERMANY for a year, and they were struggling for C+/B- territory. So i was fucked. Anyway, to try and cram for the final, i went on a little bit of a bender. Up for three days straight on adderall. Made it to the exam and my brain was so fried that i could tell you what letters were on the page, but i couldn't tell you what words they formed. It was borderline hallucination. I had to talk to the professor in the hall, explain what's going on, and turn in a blank final.
Thanks for reading my boring brain dump
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