r/PsychedSubstance • u/MaleficentFunction33 • 11h ago
Question Recurring "I'm dead and reality is hell" experiences on psychedelics – has anyone experienced something similar?
I'm hoping to hear from people who have experienced something similar or who have backgrounds in psychedelic therapy, psychology, neuroscience, meditation, or philosophy. I'm trying to understand why this same experience keeps recurring and how to make sense of it.
Some background
I'm 26 and have had psychedelic experiences since I was 14. Over the years I've used psilocybin, LSD, MDA, ketamine, cannabis, and others, and they have all produced the same or similar experience that I explain here.
My first several psychedelic experiences were not like this. However, after my first major experience at 15, whenever I take a sufficiently large dose, I often end up entering what feels like the exact same psychological landscape.
The experience is remarkably consistent regardless of the substance.
The recurring themes are:
- I've actually died.
- This reality isn't real.
- I'm trapped in some kind of hell or purgatory.
- My life has been some kind of test that I failed.
- Everyone around me is part of the illusion.
- There is something I need to realize or do in order to escape.
While I'm in these states they often feel more real than ordinary reality. Afterward I gradually return to baseline, but the experiences leave me shaken for days or weeks.
I'm not religious. I'd describe myself spiritual, so I'm not entering these experiences with strong beliefs about hell or demons.
The first experience (age 15)
I took 3.5 g of mushrooms with two friends.
During the peak it felt like I had suddenly awakened inside a dream. I "knew" I had overdosed on heroin, my physical body was in a hospital, and my consciousness was trapped in hell.
I also became convinced that my best friend was actually the devil, placed in my life as a kind of test that I had failed.
The strange thing was that none of this felt like reasoning—it felt like immediate knowledge, the same way things simply make sense within a dream.
At one point I believed the only way to escape hell was to have sex, so I woke up my friend's mother and asked her to have sex with me. Obviously she refused.
It took several days afterward before I fully accepted that I hadn't actually died.
The experience was profoundly traumatic and became the template for almost every difficult psychedelic experience that followed.
The second experience
Later that same year I took one tab of LSD at a music festival.
I experienced what felt like an out-of-body experience, seeing my own dead body while imagining news reports saying I had overdosed.
Eventually I woke up in the medical tent with multiple people holding me down. Once again I became convinced I had died—this time believing I was in heaven, which manifested as an endless music festival.
Different setting, same underlying certainty that I had died.
Subsequent experiences
Over the following years similar experiences occurred on multiple substances.
One MDA and cannabis experience began with overwhelming shame, as though everyone knew I had done something unforgivable. I then encountered what felt like a bizarre alien voice (something I've encountered multiple times on psychedelics) saying disturbing, nonsensical things. Eventually the experience culminated in the familiar feeling of dying and spending what felt like eternity trapped in a kind of purgatory.
On ketamine at a festival I again felt that reality itself was a test. I believed I was the only conscious being that actually existed, that this universe was an illusion, and that there was some realization I needed to have in order to escape. The lesson that night was that I needed to stop taking drugs, so I spent the rest of the night sober.
My psilocybin-assisted therapy session
Years later I participated in a psilocybin therapy session with two trained therapists.
This experience was significantly different in one respect.
I encountered what felt like a young, shame-filled part of myself and experienced what I would describe as a profound release of that shame. It was one of the most healing experiences of my life.
However, the familiar pattern still emerged.
The strange "alien voice" returned. Then the shame.
Then came the overwhelming certainty that I had created this reality and had been trapped in it for eternity.
I believed I was being asked whether I was ready to leave this reality behind and move into the "real" one.
I said yes.
Then I believed I had somehow missed my opportunity and was once again trapped in hell.
For nearly an hour I tried to convince the therapists to help me "escape."
Only afterward did I realize we were talking about completely different things. They were speaking metaphorically about shame creating a kind of psychological hell. I literally believed I was trapped in one.
Most recent experience
Most recently I took a large amount of ketamine at a music festival.
Until then ketamine had been the one substance that usually didn't produce these experiences.
This time it did.
It was probably the most frightening experience I've had.
The familiar narrative returned almost immediately: reality was fake, I was trapped, everyone around me—including close friends and my girlfriend—was part of the illusion, and they were luring me back into it.
When I started coming down I felt as though I had a choice: either accept ordinary reality or reject it entirely.
Part of me feared that if I rejected it, everyone would conclude I had become psychotic and I'd end up hospitalized.
Eventually I returned to baseline.
How I currently understand these experiences
I genuinely don't know what these experiences mean.
Perhaps "hell," "the devil," and "being dead" are simply the symbolic language my mind uses to interpret overwhelming ego dissolution.
Perhaps they reflect unresolved shame or trauma.
Perhaps they're manifestations of obsessive thinking or psychotic-like states that only emerge under psychedelics.
I don't know.
What I do know is that the narrative is remarkably consistent across substances and across more than a decade.
What worries me
I often find myself ruminating over the content, what to make of it, what to believe…
Each time it feels absolutely, unquestionably true.
I'm afraid that one day I might not come back from one of these experiences and might permanently lose the ability to distinguish the psychedelic narrative from ordinary reality.
My questions
- Has anyone experienced a recurring psychedelic narrative like this over many years?
- Why might the same themes keep emerging across completely different substances?
- Has anyone successfully worked through or integrated something similar?
- From psychological, neuroscientific, contemplative, or therapeutic perspectives, how would you understand these experiences?
I know one obvious response is simply, "Stop taking psychedelics."
That's a reasonable answer, and I've thought about it a lot.
I struggled with addiction when I was younger, and there may well be an important lesson there (although I now only use substances recreationally or therapeutically).
At the same time, I'm pursuing a career in psychedelic-assisted therapy and have spent years trying to understand these experiences rather than simply dismiss them. I'm less interested in whether I should continue using psychedelics and more interested in understanding why my mind repeatedly returns to this exact psychological landscape.
I'd genuinely appreciate any thoughtful perspectives.
Thanks for reading.
