I have never been somebody to use drugs, but I needed to share my experience with mushrooms. I have never appreciated anything in life. I am not trying to sound cynical or depressed, but nothing has ever excited me. I was constantly looking for some reason to live, something to be passionate about. My mind was cursed with the thought, "We are going to die anyway, what's the point of sticking it out."

Yes, I understand that last statement sounds like the thoughts of someone who is about to willingly remove themselves from this life, but in my mind I was already dead. My actions and life was guided by the decisions of other people. It was no life of my own.

Or so it seemed. ...[Continue reading on Sondry]