So I Tried Psilocybin Therapy
It was a profoundly powerful journey across centuries of mothering
On the one hand, I’m not sure I should write about my guided psilocybin journey.
On the other hand, of course I’m going to write about my guided psilocybin journey.
The details are intensely personal, but if there’s one common theme that seems to emerge from most people’s psilocybin journeys, it’s a heightened sense of interconnectedness. The problems I’ve been wrestling with, the problems that led me to psilocybin therapy, are very much shared problems, despite the fact that we’ve been made to feel individually responsible for them.
If you’re a caregiver who feels emotionally depleted, if you worry about loved ones whose health and well-being are slipping beyond your reach, if you find yourself feeling resentful toward people you care for, if you struggle with a lack of support and lack of connection to a reliable community, if you know something has to give, but you don’t know what or how — well then, I believe my journey holds some relevance.
And particularly if you’re a middle-aged-ish parent who finds themselves, consciously or subconsciously, deconstructing all the things society has taught us to value, while at the same time grappling with growing children who no longer look…
