That’s called depression.
Thanks now if only I could fix it.
Screw this other guy, micro dose does not fix depression. Macro-mega-dose those mushrooms and face those demons bubbah. You will come out a new person.
on a serious note, talk therapy, CBT, meditation and breathing exercises, physical exercise, diet, I did enjoy me some mushroom rituals for a few years and then never again lol. Removing yourself from negative situations. Depression is a multi-fronted battle and it really never goes away. You gotta figure out what weapons are most effective and use them. Hero dose of mushrooms always there to rewire your brain tho.
i microdose of lsd/shrooms/whatever other psycedelic and a session with trusted therapist works wonders
I am in this picture and I do not like it.
I went camping along the north shore last weekend to see the stars unobstructed by light pollution or moon. With me was a good friend. We chattered for the entire 5 hour drive. We chattered most of the 2 hour hike we took before sunset. As we were nearing the campground, we saw a grouse and froze to observe. As our attention turned away, the silence became apparent, nothing but the river running a mile away and the odd tweeting of birds unseen. We listened to the nothing, and I found my mind relaxing, slowing, growing calm. When I next spoke it was with a voice more measured and deliberate than I had used in quite a while.
Later, after watching the stars (and satellites) materialize in the sky as the sunlight faded, I sat looking at the vast expanse of mostly nothing. I first felt so fortunate to be a part of this wide world, and my mind turned toward a distant future where there would be people moving among those dots. I then recognized something I had known but never considered, “I’m going to die on this rock.” I will never be one of those stellar, let alone interstellar travelers.
This left me with the hard questions of life I had been staving off for weeks, months, years maybe as I tried to get through life day by day, week by week.
Who do I want to be before I die on this rock?
What do I want to do before I die on this rock?
When will I do them?
Where will I need to go to do them?
How will I put myself in a position to do them?
I won’t tell you how I answered most over the hour I sat pushing my mind for answers while looking to the stars for reassurance that the universe is still out there, but I’ll say two things. There were many things I often do that never crossed my mind, and as to why across my mind there was one answer I could find. I need to do these things.
Guilty as charged. I’ve been working gently to ease this feeling. I believe it doesn’t help that there are so many opportunities for self expression and entertainment that are easily available. These days, I focus on just two hobbies: plants, and equines. And mushrooms, art, and music, and long history rabbit holes. Baking bread. Textile crafts.
Then again I think it’s beautiful, bring on the chaos, and who cares if I do anything well. I keep telling myself that I am okay the way I am. I don’t need a diagnosis, I just need to function in my own time. Lately there have been so many small moments of me truly enjoying myself.
You guys are perceiving opportunities?
“AI” does all of that fun stuff now. We just need you to fill the hoppers and keep things going.
Thank you for uplifting us all, brightening our days all across the Threadiverse, daily.
I feel like this more than ever.
Nah, permanently fucked. Nothing to do to fix this unit. Just accept it’s flaws and move on.
Yeah, working on it after realizing that what I thought I wanted wasn’t actually what I wanted or needed to make me happy.
