A fair point, and honestly I wasn't even thinking about my posts one way or the other. But yes reddit's thread quality is unfortunate. The writing on the wall here in a similar sense is actually why I'm trying to make things expedient and delete it now so I don't have old things to look back on or any compulsion to come back.
And seriously, I'm guessing many users here have password managers. Eventually one sees it and gets curious. I'd rather just avoid the imminent depression.
Thank you, I was going to upvote you and leave it at that. But I can't help but say that listening to hand-wringing busy bodies like the individual above was why I was in a prescription, broken minded hell for 7 years straight before the moment of pure eureka that the entheogenic experience can bring.
They certainly do not help folks like the original poster already prone to anxiety and in need of warm comfort rather than cold cynicism.
I will never understand why people fear that which they do not understand. The more I learn the nature of fear - lies that we tell ourselves and each other - the more I have a distaste for them.
Don't backtrack yourself. The day I took shrooms was the day I understood my place in the grand organism and the true power unto a god that each person has in their potential and the only inhibitor is how willing they are to confront that level of their own power. I only continue to understand myself and those around me, and how to forge my life to its fullest with every instance I take entheogens.
I have very little respect for hand-wringing types like those above. All it does is plant undue anxiety in a mind that could easily be calm waters. I could go so far as to say I loathe them. But I'm trying hard to see this person's point.
Also, I can't believe I'm becoming active after years again to infodump this. But I can only hope the original parent sees it and knows they're not alone.
Edit to be abundantly clear: Entheogens did nothing short of saving my life. And it has since only been an upward trend. To the extent that I hilariously enough stopped coffee after a powerful experience forced me to observe just what such things can do to anxiety and blood pressure and the like. On an intimate level akin to detached observation from outside a lab. Except one's own mind.
And seriously, I'm guessing many users here have password managers. Eventually one sees it and gets curious. I'd rather just avoid the imminent depression.