I was 17 years 'old when i had my first trip. Before my trip i was kind of a bad person, even though i did not think so myself. I was one of the cool guys, one of the guys you don't fuck with because he is too insecure, you know. My ego were really big.
So under my second year of high school me and my best friend were stoned all the time and ditching class in the couch upstairs until he dropped out of school, witch eventually led to me dropping out too.
My best friend went to Oslo to do some magic mushrooms in the woods for the first time with some friends, he called me the day after telling me about all these realisations and questions he got from the trip. This was right after I had found out that psychedelic does not melt your brain and kill you. At this point i was reading me up alot on how to go in to a psychedelic experience with the "right" intutions.
So about one month after i dropped out I started doing drugs.. hehe.. Well it sounds much worse than it turned out to be I would say. Only psychedelic drugs and MDMA were on the menu though.
My first experience with LSD was really weird I would say. Me and my best friend took 100ug each so it was a small dose but it had a lot to give.
We dropped the sugarcubes about 10am. Then we went upstairs and listened to music, walked a little around the house and such. Suddenly we decided to go outside, it was a winter morning early in January. I started to feel lighter and my vision started to play a little for itself. We went up a little hill in the forest of Kopperud, we sat down to smoke a joint and observe. All the branches went in to eachother. When we went down we met a woman on her way up, we could not stop laughing. It was not possible to walk by with a straight face.
I remember we were sitting outside a kindergarden and the gravel made so many different faces, and the colours i saw when i closed my eyes. Colours i did not knew existed.
On the whole trip we were acting very curious about everything, we felt like we understood "it" but at the same time what is "it" ? What is this feeling that gives you an understanding of something so important in your life? Is this feeling a lie? You only think you understand "it" but don't?
Is this "it" a cage you have lived inside your whole life and finally broken out from?
I felt that when I understood "it" I understood how to work with my thoughts and emotions, I do not understand them. They will continue to make me take detours, and I will continue to learn from them. But now I understand how to work with the detours, i will never trap myself in any depression ever again. How can i be sure? Well, the only thing in life thats constant is change. If you are calling having a bad day a symptom of depression, okey lets say i have depression a few days of the year, but it does not change a thing.
This trip made me see myself for who i am to this world. Not in a brutal all-in-one-way, but in a kind sneaky way. I first got some clues of myself under the trip, but there was mostly question that were asked from me. Me and my bestfriend talked alot about the trip the day after, and i felt that i was on a good path now. In about two months my depression was cured. I remember when the last thought made an impression to release something big inside me and i felt completely free.
I was standing on the porch and having a sigarette, while i thought to myself; "Why do I focus on the bad things in life? I have just sat myself in this box where im supposed to think bad stuff while there is so much positive sides to the world i havent cared to look at"
LSD made me give a shit with simple words, it made me care about the evolving of my consciousness, i went back to school where im still studying at, i started to care about creation and began to explore my creativity and most importantly it taught me to love myself.
LSD is not the answer for everyone, it all depends on you.
Well this was my first trip on LSD aand my first post on steemit. Hope you like it.