At sixteen, I was an adrenaline addict. At 100 mph, I rolled a car. I was able to recover, but a gnawing anxiety affected me at all times. At all times, until I tried what we called acid.
In college, I ate acid with Lucius six times. I stopped counting the trips I took once Lucius graduated and the trips turned solo. It sounds depressing, but my anxiety was gone. When I was not being affected by the drug, my anxiety’s absence lingered for weeks.
I started doing LSD a few times a year. Without the anxiety, I started focusing a lot on school. Let me know in the comments if you want to see proof!
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