Thank you, Holly, for writing. It helps me to read what you write. When I got my terminal stage diagnosis almost three years ago, and everybody thought I would die soon, I had sort of the same changes as you described. A profound connection with nature, with people, with joy. I think it had to do with not having to fight anymore, not having to hold tight. I still live, incredibly, I’m still sick and not cured magically, and I’m thinking it has to do with this joy, softness and connectedness. Hugs and kudos
Oh I love this Josh, so much. I started writing every morning in my journal "you're going to die someday you might was well have fun and take risks and stop worrying."
Do you think it comes from the finitude of it, the nothing to lose part? For you?
For me, it had to do with not having to be afraid of the worst anymore, and not to be busy with tests, markers, drugs to take, more tests, good results, bad results, doctors visits and all the fear around it. I suddenly had all my energy for myself, my loved ones, for experience life with all its nuances. It gave me so much space for feeling and connection and living right now.
Thank you for sharing your trips! I admire your bravery trying ayahuasca after your challenging psilocybin experiences. I say this as someone who very much had this feeling after my own psilocybin retreat (where fortunately I had much more attentive facilitators than your “shaman”):
“a fear so large I thought it would swallow me, I got restless and uncomfortable, I was afraid I’d be stuck that way forever and never be ‘normal’ again…”
This feeling lasted months after my trip and finally dissipated thanks to therapy and Lexapro and moving. Maybe I needed the trip through hell to get to this happier place I am now but damn, was it scary to walk so close to the edge of sanity.
Appreciate you opening up space for this conversation. ✨❤️🍄✨
Love this. I really like the idea here of embracing and getting ok with the scary depth of darkness of mind that can come with psychedelics--we called that a bad trip in the 90s -- not that your experience fits into that category necessarily, only you can define that. I stopped taking lsd after about five times as a young person, despite how much I loved the visuals, because I hated the anxiety and existential dread that kicked in half way through the experience. Like you say here, feelings I work really hard to avoid on the day to day. Curious if you tried lsd or anything else psychedelic recreationally as a young person and what your experience then was. I’ve avoided psilocybin and ayahuasca over the past few decades out of fear of what I would come face to face with after the traumas, etc I’ve experienced in adult life. Maybe that’s the whole point tho. Thanks for sharing this and everything always
Great question and I'll include in next piece but quick answer: I used mushrooms a few times, the first time was fun and the second time was a nightmare; though it's not a psychedelic I did use MDMA once or twice, and never really had much of an affinity for it, never tried anything else in the category and wasn't really drawn to it. It just seemed awful to me, as awful as going to Burning Man seemed; it wasn't until I got sober that it became appealing, and that was because of what I experienced in sobriety and especially meditation (I guess I'd call it peak or mystical states) and started to develop this sense of wanting to go to the end of the earth (the galaxy, the plane) to see what was there. So it's ironically because of sobriety and recovery that it became marginally interesting; the overriding desire to do it, however, was not to see something cool or what's at the end of the galaxy, it was just because I hurt a lot, and again, as part of recovery, this was the most appropriate solution for me.
This is such a fascinating, valuable, important and vulnerable essay. Perhaps what I love most of all about it is your observation that encountering and honouring the darkest emotions is where progress and recovery lie. As a therapist, I see many people trying to turn away from this realisation in the hope that they can find some sort of solution that removes the need to feel the awful pain. It's both understandable and almost always impossible. As Robert Frost wrote, "The best way out is always through," and the "through" can often be almost unbearable. Thank you, as always.
Great piece! I recently had a depression relapse and have been struggling to kick marijuana after not having much of a problem quitting alcohol (22 months). Marijuana was a little more a part of my indentity. I have researched psylocybin and applied for few retreats but was never contacted. So I decided to do it myself with a friend. While you said you don't recommend it I had a profound experience and have seen a significnt shift in my depression and have no desire to smoke right now! Colors are brighter, music gives me goosebumps. I've been dancing in the shower. My chronic jaw/ear pain has subsided. It's only been a few weeks but I fee llike I'm done with marijuana and everything makes a lot more sense! I remember saying "It's all so simple and makes so much sense". I'm interested in ayuhuasca but right now feel like the psylocybin has created a beautiful shift. Thank you as always for your insight!
Saying thank you for sharing this feels insufficient - I just don't have the words to express how much I appreciate your writing, and always have.
Also, this line stopped my dead in my tracks, "To me, recovery is the process of actually listening to yourself and having the courage to trust what you hear." It took me from 2011-2017 to figure this out for myself. Now I have the words to describe it.
Thank you for this wonderful piece of writing. It’s something that would interest me, more so now after reading of your terror. I experienced that on mushrooms one time, although it was recreational and I was in full-on active alcoholism at the time.
I did raise a chuckle at ‘jobby work’. Just so you know, in Scots, a jobby is a poo. 💩
When I took San Pedro years ago, the facilitator of that retreat told me he’d come and check on me after an hour or so, and didn’t turn up until about 4 hours later. Which brought up all of the pain and grief of being abandoned by my father as a child, which I cried and cried about for 7-8 hours straight, which was exactly what I needed to feel and to process. Even though I’d thought I was going to get to deal with my alcoholic mother stuff. So I get what you’re saying about having the experience that you needed to have. I faced the alcoholic mother stuff years later (this year) at a beautiful Iboga retreat. After years of work with The Presence Process. So grateful for plant medicine. Not meaning to imply that I’m ‘fully healed’ or ‘fixed’ now but I’m a hell of a lot further down the road than I was 5 years ago.
1 FUCK Dan. Reasons I distrust self proclaimed 'guides' #301.
2 this is beautiful. I connect with similar experiences of depression, fear and intense control with most drugs Ive tried. I appreciate your willingness to keep trying, and it encourages me to try again.
I remember the elevator. That exact metaphor and all of those express trips down to the bottom floor of my despair were on the list of reasons for quitting drinking for sure. I even remember being amazed at how efficient the elevator was, taking meta moments to be impressed while also being a melted steaming fucked up pile on the floor.
Just wanted to chime in with love and connection for how you tell your stories. This arc has got me interested.
This was a fascinating read. When you asked us a month ago to tell you our thoughts and experiences with hallucinogens, my whole note back to you was about my snake phobia and generalized anxiety and how i didnt trust my brain to not deliver me a terrifying 8-10 hours of fear. I am gobsmacked to see that’s squarely what happened to you and it is for what you are most grateful. I need to chew on this a bit more in terms of personal action, but for the time being, thank you for being such an amazing writer, and person. I deeply respect your perspectives and insights. 🩷💕
One more thing... last nye someone deeply offended me by saying he thought i was my best self before i became sober. It was literally my biggest fear in terms of how people could hurt me now that i don’t drink. And it happened. And now it can’t ever really happen in the same way again. Im immune to the experience- ive already done it. Its not interesting or unique. It was awful, i felt awful, i was angry, insecure, and ultimately told him off and left the event, but now its over and the fear is gone too. This is what i need to chew on now... how much can i look at my other fears?
You are traveling this non binary terrain with so much discernment and specificity...I love it.
Hope the shaman you saw will be seeing less business given the upsurge ( your comment didn't sound like bypassing at all, relationality is at the heart of this stuff!)
The experiences in tripping (and dreams) are facinating to me and I'd be curious to hear your revelation around bulimia.
There is such beauty in facing ourselves and others honestly! I wish I didn't have the fear and resistance either but I do. The bright side is that the more I am able to be WITH life, in humility and with a modicum of finesse, the less scary it becomes. Thanks for taking us all along for the ride Holly!
Footnote #4 would also be how I would describe going through menopause, so that about made my brain explode. Also, I'm so sorry you found the asshole shaman. This is a fascinating story, I look forward to the rest. xoxo
Thank you, Holly, for writing. It helps me to read what you write. When I got my terminal stage diagnosis almost three years ago, and everybody thought I would die soon, I had sort of the same changes as you described. A profound connection with nature, with people, with joy. I think it had to do with not having to fight anymore, not having to hold tight. I still live, incredibly, I’m still sick and not cured magically, and I’m thinking it has to do with this joy, softness and connectedness. Hugs and kudos
Oh I love this Josh, so much. I started writing every morning in my journal "you're going to die someday you might was well have fun and take risks and stop worrying."
Do you think it comes from the finitude of it, the nothing to lose part? For you?
For me, it had to do with not having to be afraid of the worst anymore, and not to be busy with tests, markers, drugs to take, more tests, good results, bad results, doctors visits and all the fear around it. I suddenly had all my energy for myself, my loved ones, for experience life with all its nuances. It gave me so much space for feeling and connection and living right now.
Thank you for sharing that, dear Josh.
Thank you for sharing your trips! I admire your bravery trying ayahuasca after your challenging psilocybin experiences. I say this as someone who very much had this feeling after my own psilocybin retreat (where fortunately I had much more attentive facilitators than your “shaman”):
“a fear so large I thought it would swallow me, I got restless and uncomfortable, I was afraid I’d be stuck that way forever and never be ‘normal’ again…”
This feeling lasted months after my trip and finally dissipated thanks to therapy and Lexapro and moving. Maybe I needed the trip through hell to get to this happier place I am now but damn, was it scary to walk so close to the edge of sanity.
Appreciate you opening up space for this conversation. ✨❤️🍄✨
Oh Alex we should have been talking. I'm so, so sorry for your experience, do you mind if I pin this?
Ok to pin! The odd thing is the trip itself was wonderful - it was the aftermath that kicked my ass!
Love this. I really like the idea here of embracing and getting ok with the scary depth of darkness of mind that can come with psychedelics--we called that a bad trip in the 90s -- not that your experience fits into that category necessarily, only you can define that. I stopped taking lsd after about five times as a young person, despite how much I loved the visuals, because I hated the anxiety and existential dread that kicked in half way through the experience. Like you say here, feelings I work really hard to avoid on the day to day. Curious if you tried lsd or anything else psychedelic recreationally as a young person and what your experience then was. I’ve avoided psilocybin and ayahuasca over the past few decades out of fear of what I would come face to face with after the traumas, etc I’ve experienced in adult life. Maybe that’s the whole point tho. Thanks for sharing this and everything always
Great question and I'll include in next piece but quick answer: I used mushrooms a few times, the first time was fun and the second time was a nightmare; though it's not a psychedelic I did use MDMA once or twice, and never really had much of an affinity for it, never tried anything else in the category and wasn't really drawn to it. It just seemed awful to me, as awful as going to Burning Man seemed; it wasn't until I got sober that it became appealing, and that was because of what I experienced in sobriety and especially meditation (I guess I'd call it peak or mystical states) and started to develop this sense of wanting to go to the end of the earth (the galaxy, the plane) to see what was there. So it's ironically because of sobriety and recovery that it became marginally interesting; the overriding desire to do it, however, was not to see something cool or what's at the end of the galaxy, it was just because I hurt a lot, and again, as part of recovery, this was the most appropriate solution for me.
Dearest Holly,
I am continuously amazed and fascinated and somewhat terrified at how similar our human journeys seem to be. ❤️
I love —LOVE, discovering more about your journey, and I love your writing.
"To me, recovery is the process of actually listening to yourself and having the courage to trust what you hear."
Thank you...
❤️
This is such a fascinating, valuable, important and vulnerable essay. Perhaps what I love most of all about it is your observation that encountering and honouring the darkest emotions is where progress and recovery lie. As a therapist, I see many people trying to turn away from this realisation in the hope that they can find some sort of solution that removes the need to feel the awful pain. It's both understandable and almost always impossible. As Robert Frost wrote, "The best way out is always through," and the "through" can often be almost unbearable. Thank you, as always.
I mean it seems so obvious, at least to me, until you're there and then you're just trying to get the fuck out of it. In and through. In and through.
Great piece! I recently had a depression relapse and have been struggling to kick marijuana after not having much of a problem quitting alcohol (22 months). Marijuana was a little more a part of my indentity. I have researched psylocybin and applied for few retreats but was never contacted. So I decided to do it myself with a friend. While you said you don't recommend it I had a profound experience and have seen a significnt shift in my depression and have no desire to smoke right now! Colors are brighter, music gives me goosebumps. I've been dancing in the shower. My chronic jaw/ear pain has subsided. It's only been a few weeks but I fee llike I'm done with marijuana and everything makes a lot more sense! I remember saying "It's all so simple and makes so much sense". I'm interested in ayuhuasca but right now feel like the psylocybin has created a beautiful shift. Thank you as always for your insight!
Thank you! For all that you do, share and articulate for us so well. Your experiences and writing are so valuable and needed in this world ❤️
Saying thank you for sharing this feels insufficient - I just don't have the words to express how much I appreciate your writing, and always have.
Also, this line stopped my dead in my tracks, "To me, recovery is the process of actually listening to yourself and having the courage to trust what you hear." It took me from 2011-2017 to figure this out for myself. Now I have the words to describe it.
Katie <3
Thank you for this wonderful piece of writing. It’s something that would interest me, more so now after reading of your terror. I experienced that on mushrooms one time, although it was recreational and I was in full-on active alcoholism at the time.
I did raise a chuckle at ‘jobby work’. Just so you know, in Scots, a jobby is a poo. 💩
LOLOL. Oh my god stop. This is amazing and I feel like more amercans should know this and call it this
Sounds like it means the same thing in the US 😏
When I took San Pedro years ago, the facilitator of that retreat told me he’d come and check on me after an hour or so, and didn’t turn up until about 4 hours later. Which brought up all of the pain and grief of being abandoned by my father as a child, which I cried and cried about for 7-8 hours straight, which was exactly what I needed to feel and to process. Even though I’d thought I was going to get to deal with my alcoholic mother stuff. So I get what you’re saying about having the experience that you needed to have. I faced the alcoholic mother stuff years later (this year) at a beautiful Iboga retreat. After years of work with The Presence Process. So grateful for plant medicine. Not meaning to imply that I’m ‘fully healed’ or ‘fixed’ now but I’m a hell of a lot further down the road than I was 5 years ago.
Anna thanks for sharing this; resonates v. much
1 FUCK Dan. Reasons I distrust self proclaimed 'guides' #301.
2 this is beautiful. I connect with similar experiences of depression, fear and intense control with most drugs Ive tried. I appreciate your willingness to keep trying, and it encourages me to try again.
Wow. You continue to amaze and enlighten
I remember the elevator. That exact metaphor and all of those express trips down to the bottom floor of my despair were on the list of reasons for quitting drinking for sure. I even remember being amazed at how efficient the elevator was, taking meta moments to be impressed while also being a melted steaming fucked up pile on the floor.
Just wanted to chime in with love and connection for how you tell your stories. This arc has got me interested.
This was a fascinating read. When you asked us a month ago to tell you our thoughts and experiences with hallucinogens, my whole note back to you was about my snake phobia and generalized anxiety and how i didnt trust my brain to not deliver me a terrifying 8-10 hours of fear. I am gobsmacked to see that’s squarely what happened to you and it is for what you are most grateful. I need to chew on this a bit more in terms of personal action, but for the time being, thank you for being such an amazing writer, and person. I deeply respect your perspectives and insights. 🩷💕
oof to this
One more thing... last nye someone deeply offended me by saying he thought i was my best self before i became sober. It was literally my biggest fear in terms of how people could hurt me now that i don’t drink. And it happened. And now it can’t ever really happen in the same way again. Im immune to the experience- ive already done it. Its not interesting or unique. It was awful, i felt awful, i was angry, insecure, and ultimately told him off and left the event, but now its over and the fear is gone too. This is what i need to chew on now... how much can i look at my other fears?
Just sending out some space around such a hurtful comment....but it sounds like you took it in and then let it go already!
Thank you 🩷- Yes, I wrote about it and have had time to process. I appreciate your kindness.
You are traveling this non binary terrain with so much discernment and specificity...I love it.
Hope the shaman you saw will be seeing less business given the upsurge ( your comment didn't sound like bypassing at all, relationality is at the heart of this stuff!)
The experiences in tripping (and dreams) are facinating to me and I'd be curious to hear your revelation around bulimia.
There is such beauty in facing ourselves and others honestly! I wish I didn't have the fear and resistance either but I do. The bright side is that the more I am able to be WITH life, in humility and with a modicum of finesse, the less scary it becomes. Thanks for taking us all along for the ride Holly!
Con <3
Footnote #4 would also be how I would describe going through menopause, so that about made my brain explode. Also, I'm so sorry you found the asshole shaman. This is a fascinating story, I look forward to the rest. xoxo
Oh I just can't wait for menopause! ILY.