The Traumatic Psychedelic Trip That Left Me With PTSD
A Cautionary Tale On The Fragility Of Mind And Exploring Altered States
The plug was suddenly pulled on my consciousness. There was nothing: as if I were asleep, or dead.
When I came too, I found myself in a vast dark void. A vague green flicker of light danced in the far distance. A high pitched tone was the auditory backdrop of this strange realm.
I had no memory of how I got here, or the events which had led to this moment.
I tried to move my body.
I couldn’t.
“I must be asleep then” I thought.
So I tried to wake up.
I couldn’t.
The panic slowly began to creep in.
We often speak of ineffable experiences of pure bliss and oneness in psychedelic exploration; sometimes we forget the opposite is also a possibility.
Think of your mind like an elastic band; a pretty flexible one!
Going about your day-to-day, you are very unlikely to stretch it all that much. But when you take a psychoactive substance, you are stretching it in ways you might not be aware of… or ready for.
