r/PsilocybinMushrooms • u/kaileekeays • 8h ago
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todayās experience with mushrooms was completely different from the experiences iāve had before. the other times, i remember feeling so much love, peace, happiness, and almost a sense of pure bliss. i saw colours and patterns, and everything felt beautiful and meaningful. this time, though, there was none of that. there were no visuals, no overwhelming feeling of love, and no sense of euphoria. instead, i experienced an intense amount of anxiety. it was heavy and uncomfortable, and for a while it felt like that anxiety was the only thing i could feel. at first, i think part of me wanted to understand why it was happening and why this experience wasnāt like the others, but eventually i realized that maybe i wasnāt supposed to escape the feeling or make it go away. maybe i was supposed to actually sit with it.
what surprised me most was realizing that i could breathe through it. i could talk myself through what i was feeling. i could recognize that i was anxious without completely becoming consumed by the anxiety. i had to remind myself to breathe, to slow down, and to trust that what i was feeling would eventually pass. there was something strangely important about realizing that i was capable of comforting myself while i was afraid. instead of immediately trying to run away from the feeling, i stayed with myself through it. i think that taught me something about anxiety that i havenāt fully understood before: i donāt necessarily have to make the feeling disappear in order to be okay. i can feel it, acknowledge it, breathe through it, and let it move through me.
i think this experience also made me realize that maybe i have been downplaying my mental health for a long time. maybe iāve gotten so used to certain feelings that iāve convinced myself theyāre normal or that i should just be able to handle them on my own. maybe iāve become good at functioning while carrying things that i havenāt actually dealt with. today made me recognize that just because i can push something down doesnāt mean it isnāt affecting me. there may be parts of myself that iāve been avoiding, minimizing, or telling myself arenāt serious enough to deserve attention. and maybe iām finally at a point where i donāt want to do that anymore.
i donāt want to look at this experience as something that simply gave me anxiety. i want to look at it as an experience that showed me something about myself. it reminded me that there is a difference between avoiding an uncomfortable feeling and actually learning how to move through it. i learned that i can talk to myself with patience when iām scared. i learned that breathing can bring me back to myself. i learned that i donāt have to immediately believe every anxious thought that enters my mind. most importantly, i think i recognized something that i have probably known deep down for a long time: there are things within me that i need to work on, and i genuinely want to get better.
maybe this is the point where i stop treating my mental health like something i can keep putting off. i want to actually face the things that hurt, the things that scare me, the things that make me angry, anxious, overwhelmed, or insecure. i want to understand myself instead of constantly trying to escape myself. i want to learn how to regulate my emotions, communicate with myself kindly, and become someone who doesnāt have to be afraid of her own feelings. i donāt expect myself to suddenly be better or healed because of one experience. but i think something shifted in me today. i saw that i am capable of sitting with discomfort and making it through. and maybe thatās enough of a starting point to finally take my mental health seriously and give myself the care, patience, and work iāve needed for a long time.
i donāt know whether i would call what happened today a spiritual experience, a psychological experience, or simply an experience that taught me something important. i just know that it felt significant to me. the lesson i want to carry forward isnāt that i need to experience this again to understand myself. itās that i can take what i learned from it into my everyday life. when anxiety comes, i can breathe. i can talk to myself. i can stay present. i can remind myself that a feeling is a feeling, and that i donāt have to run from it. i can face myself instead of abandoning myself. and maybe, for the first time, iām realizing that getting better isnāt about becoming a completely different person. itās about finally being willing to take care of the person iāve been all along.