Introduction
My first drug. Ever. I spent all 25 years of my life so far completely sober. Using drugs in my past life was forbidden. Unthinkable. Instant expulsion. Absolute integrity was required at all times. I began dating him and things changed. I took about 2 dried shrooms weighing about 2.5 grams with some water and watched an episode of Peaky Blinders, and the drug kicked in. I hesitated at first. What if I freak out? What if I do something bad? I quickly realised my lover would be able to prevent me harming anyone as they suddenly had my head in a leglock. Everything seemed so funny. Every room in the house had a different vibe to it. Different energy flowing through it. I wanted to talk. I wanted to talk. I wanted to talk. Kitchen - behind the scenes of life. Here it felt like the hum and drum of machinery that is behind the set of the studio and scenes of life where I am living. Dining room - Confessions booth. This is where I confessed to him about my past. My mistakes. The terrible things I did. My fears, my flaws, my insecurities. Ego death. Living room - an old ship's command bridge. The sun peaked through the wooden floors as I felt I was on a journey with him. Staircase - transitionary area. Nothing will happen here, and you can't stay. Keep going, the vibe says. My room - graveyard. Not in the haunted sense, but a place where I let the past rest. I make peace with my past. It's time to move on. It's been years since I left it behind. His room - another planet. The moon. Somewhere else. We sat on the bed and just vibed. I closed my eyes but I could still see light. It was his world and I wanted to get lost in it. The high wore off some time afterward. The next day I felt mentally drained and exhausted, and I wanted to do more. I realised this is how addictions and dependency gets picked up. I tripsat him the next day. He mostly listened to music and cried in an embrace.