(Author’s Note: This is the first of three bad experiences with ketamine. I debated on simply titling it bad trip #1, but like the other title better. Has more personal meaning)
I’ll have to do a prequel essay on my psychedelic experiences as a youth, well young man actually. But when the opportunity presented itself to legally try a micro dose of ketamine for chronic pain and depression I jumped at the chance.
Why? Because I knew the power of psychedelics from my exploration with psychedelics at an early age. I realized they have the power to change your whole perspective on the world you live in, your own existence. Those trips where you were at one with the planet, where after you felt more whole, complete and content afterward. Talking to God.
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