Iv done a lot of different psychedelics but if you were to split it into two categories acid/mushrooms I can say that mushrooms have a certain forgiveness to them. Mushrooms have a lot more love. Acid can be cold. It can be really unforgiving. Iv done both a million times but even with all that experience it doesn’t matter. Last time I did acid. I was in a bad place. Anyone with psychedelic experience knows you’re not supposed to take them when you’re in a bad place. I knew this rule. I disregarded it anyways. The Trip was crazy strong. The weird thing about the trip was it was neutral. Most trips are either really good, or really bad. So neutral was weird. But whatever. What fucked me up wasn’t the trip. I kinda came to the conclusion that life had no purpose. So for the next 3-5 months I couldn’t sleep. I would sleep 3 hours on the dot. I could count on it. Waking up after 3 hours. I kept a bottle of whiskey next to my bed to get back to sleep. I had maybe 2 anxiety attacks before this trip: after this trip I lost count. They would always start the same way: I would be in my 3 hours of sleep: I would dream that I was dead. I was a ghost. I would see my mother and my sister crying (cauze I was dead): I would reach out and try to touch them to let them know I was there. I wanted To tell them it was ok. But I couldn’t interact with them. And I would realize that I would spend eternity walking the earth as a ghost. Completely alone. Then I would wake up with the an anxiety attack. Then I would grab the bottle next to my bed. I have a big family Iv been to a lot of funerals but the worst feeling Iv ever had was after these dreams. It my soul. It hurt so bad I wanted to die. During this 3/5 months I used to break down and cry cauze I was reminded that there’s no point to any of this. That was a few years ago. I havnt fucked with psychedelics since then. I have a couple Friends right now who really want me to take a trip with them but I don’t think I will.