I have a high tolerance to products that affect my serotonin due to 10 years of SSRIs from my teenage/young adult years.
(no regrets, needed them at the time, no longer need them)
I took all of them, it was the first time I took shrooms
(and actually felt something)
in 2 years almost exactly.
The first time I dealt with mushrooms I used amanita muscaria and had no memorable ****,
(some mild distortions and snow, but no squigglies or pretty patterns) but strong mental and physical effects with a nasty but energetic and quite aggressive comedown.
The first time I used them I cleaned my bathroom in a blind panic 2 days after I used them.
I don't remember much of the day after I used them or my ****, just making an **** of myself in front of my **** sitting sister and going to the grocery store.
My smoke shop guy overestimated my tolerance.
(the chocolates were also handmade, maybe mixed unevenly. some tasted like chocolate, some tasted like a mushroom's ****)
I later perfected the dosage and even visited a few museums under the influence. Even still, I regret a lot of things I did on those shrooms. I was actively so stupid, probably a symptom of being 21 but still-ugh.
cringe.
don't text ppl on amanita, just go to a museum.
(and talk to NOBODY)
I say this because- the desert stardust was so radically different.
I "microdosed" both these and the amanita gummies.
(2 pcs)
and saw no ****, just felt some mild energy comparable to caffeine.
I bit the bullet and bought an 8-pack in this recession.
I ate all of them while walking home.
I was kicking myself for buying them, convinced I'd see no ****.
I didn't feel anything until an hour later, when I looked up from my phone.
while I stared at my wall. I saw leaves crawling up the bare white landlord's special paint.
I saw snakes crawling in a quilt.
I saw Aztec patterns flash across my doormat.
I saw hearts forming from my veins,
rococo patterns from the different pigmentations in my skin.
I looked in the mirror and everything but my face was blurry, then it melted, I screamed and turned away.
The outlines of everything were like a 3d movie without glasses.
I started to watch Rupaul's drag race, and I sipped a Monaco canned cocktail
(risky idea).
Roop's eyes got very big. they changed colors. Michelle visage grew wrinkles that weren't there I was scared, but I started to laugh very hard. (not trying to shade mom just a **** report).
The screen made my head hurt, I started to play with my cats. They both were slightly purple, everything in my peripheral was purple too.
Werner got caught under a blanket and I fell into a laughng fit. I was laughing so hard at the time because I thought
"he's such a smart cat, how can he be caught under the blanket?"
I then realized that was how God felt about all of my struggles.
I laughed at myself until my lungs hurt.
I tried to get some sleep, my head started to hurt, but I couldn't turn off my screen.
I was afraid I'd see something in the dark.
My blanket looked like a blue version of the 2005 Willy Wonka edible room in the light of my computer.
Then I saw some faces in the knitted pattern.
I slammed the laptop shut, my head was hurting like never before.
I saw nothing frightening in the dark-
but my head wouldn't stop hurting,
even after I woke up from my dreamless sleep at daylight.
I slept a bit longer until it was time to start the day, and my head felt fine.
I'd dealt with migraines all my life, this was nothing new.
I'll take these again in a few months when my serotonin levels reset.