Anyone ever blast out of this dimension or have any good experiences with shrooms? This is not to condone any behavior, just would like to know anyone's experience with this. There's not too much to be found on the interwebs about this, just anecdotal, not firsthand stuff.
I know a guy who I suspect is a narcissist with ASPD traits who has taken large doses and seems to be doing alright except his laughter is almost sinister and he seems to be exist in a weird state between either loving life as the weird ###$ it is, in an extremely cynical way or hating it simultaneously for it not living (ha!) up to the name. See, he can act totally screwloose sometimes and another friend of mine has said that the way he has found a way to truly wear the 'reptile skin as his own', which alludes to his trickster like, untrustworthy way of being. He has told me of his dream-yet-real-like alien abductions and seeing dark entitities even without doing any drugs so it has obviously made him somewhat sensitive to what's going outside or daily realities. He's obviously gone way off to separate dimensions many times by now but still seems to hold it together in life and seems to function in society.
As for me, I've now resigned to living in my ebony tower, a shadow of a life that is really not heading anywhere. Am not going out of my way to expand my horizons and just being set in my ways, isolating, feeling like I truly have very little in common with other humans (I never felt like I did tbh, maybe I was ASPD to begin with). Am probably experiencing MDD and I suspect any SSRI treatment would only make me more psychopathic (as seems to be the case for those on the extreme end of NPD). Am not capable of attachment and there's really little to carry me further, except I know I don't want to hospitalize myself (what would that help? to put my family through further hell after what they've been through in. I have little true care for myself nor do I wish to off myself (for prior reasons and obv because I think too highly of myself). The dichotomy is real. I hate myself and don't belive myself to achieve anything worthwhile but am intellectually aware that it's all because of a disordered mind.
How I know is I also have ASPD traits (as I seem to have a way of recognizing most anyone who also does), although I hone it in pretty well but also know this does not lend itself to therapy at all. It just seems useless for know-it-alls like me. I quit my previous appointments because I just couldn't keep up the cost and it felt more like saving face (I am of the covert type). I'm losing people I would've considered 'friends' left and right (not a friend in their book probably, most of them justsee me as an acquaintance. Some Iwho known for longer now I still feel like I don't care truly enough about).
Am at a really bad place right now and tbh I feel I really have nothing I've got to lose.Thinking I should just dose heavy and expect the worst. Am not really looking forward to anything in life and what I'm thinking is I want to meet my shadow and just either scar myself through a bad trip so as to find a something to be said for a 'normal life.
I've had a few experiences, all of which were with my second girlfriend who was very into psychedelics. Did LSD with her twice (second time I felt like I was falling out of the matrix, turned completelly on myself and just felt the nothingness of my existence and totally forgot about her presence there with me. Not a good time for her) With shrooms thoigh we spent time tripping in this amazing natural location and it was the most beautiful place I've seen probably, during autumn time with squirrels playing in the trees, just magical stuff and we stayed out all night tripping the forest/park to see the sunrise which was the most moving thing I've (just felt immense gratitude at the sight and cried out of sheer amazement) After the trip was over of course my ###$ took over and went all analytical and started asking her "but what's it all mean, what can I take out of this?". I was of course still the same asshole so I guess psychedelics can't really teach you gratitude but it is what I'm truly looking for. I know it's the sadistic superego side of me that is looking for this but maybe ego death is the way to go. I do understand that it is very unlikely the ego will be reassembled in any sensible fasion after that but it just seems the way to go until I set my eyes on death as a final option.