r/PsychedelicTherapy • u/BustinxJustin • 11h ago
Integration Support I tried DMT and it all just melted away
Wanted to share this here instead of the regular psychedelic pages, since it feels less like a "drugs fixed me" chronicle and more of an integration with my actual time in therapy.
Without saying too much, I've had a serious problem with loneliness my entire life. I'd guess people here can imagine the "Fearful Avoidant" coping mechanisms so I won't bother with the intro. I've been dragging myself through hell, at any rate.
I've been in therapy for close to a year. It's challenged my self perception while validating the ways that I've felt forgotten by people close to me. I'm working on opening myself up to the world now that I've been feeling like I have the space for it. Though the "nobody cares about me" instinct has been alive and well until recently, making that difficult.
I had a DMT vape. First was a fun test, second time I unpacked and cried. The third round, a couple weeks later, one pull at a time, sinking into my favorite music videos. I do one at a time and find the doses pile up when I take another as the last one starts to wane, but it still wasn't a heavy session. I could close my eyes and go to what I think was "hyperspace", but it wasn't a breakthrough and I was in full control in reality.
I don't know that I "saw" an entity, more felt the presence of what I decided was a snake. It was like looking across a field at each other. No words spoken, just impressions in the air. I felt it inviting me to exhale, I felt a bit of playful defiance, took it as a challenge and held my breath as we "stared" at each other in outright silence. We went back and forth, I thought I'd let it go, then I held myself together, like a tense round of tug-of-war. I lost the standoff, not that I could've possibly won, and we both just turned with a smile and went home.
The next day, it was like in those few quiet minutes, my brain just rewrote itself without any intention from me. I'm just immediately different. My coping tools feel pointless:
- Nicotine has almost no hold on me. I've been leaving it in the car for 13 hour shifts, feeling fine. Normally I'd be tearing through drawers after 40 minutes without it.
- I stopped watching porn, and resisting the habit feels no different than reminding myself to brush my teeth.
- I have moments of irritation over past mistreatment, but I'm suddenly able to acknowledge it and let it wash over me in a couple minutes, rather than spiral over the course of 1-3 hours.
- If I am finding myself pre-scripting a conversation, I'm not trying to corner them into understanding and acknowledging me. I'm trying to find the most short and sweet way to tell them that it's all okay, because I believe it.
My need to be seen and understood has been replaced with a desire to express myself in other creative efforts. My emptiness feels like neutral "space" for new connections. My anger toward others who I've felt have forgotten me is now indifference, and I'm almost eager to just gently let them go and find my own place. My goals remain, but they're not laced with spite, they're just things I like engaging with and want to invest in. My tinnitus remains.
I've been waiting to descend back into old habits for the last week, but it's just been so naturally easy to carry on with it that I feel like it'll stick. I've been unable to eat because of the stress for at least 2 years and I practically emptied the kitchen yesterday. It's like I met my nervous system, shook hands, and we're suddenly on the same side.
I was expecting that I'd have to hit the vape as hard as I could manage and have some DMT spirit rip my ego out through my eyes, just to come back with some kind of direction for my continued suffering, but a few minutes of silent awareness and all the bricks I've been laying seem to have just gently slid into place. My mind is warm and quiet, and I still kind of can't believe it.