This is How Meth ruined my life forever
I didn’t think I was the type of person who would ever try meth. That’s what everyone says, right? I thought I was curious. Experimental. Open-minded. I told myself I was just exploring consciousness. That’s how it started — not in some dark alley, not with strangers — but at a friend’s house, late at night, chasing a feeling I couldn’t quite reach. Earlier that night, I had taken DMT. I had heard the stories. Ego death. Machine elves. The universe unfolding in geometric perfection. People coming back “changed.” But I felt almost nothing. I was on SSRIs at the time, and I didn’t fully understand how much they can blunt psychedelic effects. Everyone else in the room seemed shaken, quiet, wide-eyed. I just felt… sober. Left out. Disappointed. It wasn’t spiritual. It was frustrating. I remember thinking, Why doesn’t anything hit me the way it hits other people? That question has followed me in more ways than one. After the DMT fizzled for me, the energy in the ro...