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Following My Own Roadmap, Pt 6

Sheridan Taylor

In which our hero further explains how he fixed his shit after ignoring himself for many months.

I realized long ago that trauma, depression, anxiety, etc. etc. affect every part of my life, so to make my life better, I had to change every part of my life.  Last fall, I started that all over again, and took it to some new lengths, like peptides, ice baths, and hypnotherapy. Even things that didn’t necessarily “work” still helped because it gave me a feeling of control over my life. Mental illness tries to make us believe that we’re helpless and hopeless. By fighting it, I felt a sense of empowerment and that alone calmed my nervous system some.

I had my thyroid tested because a messed-up thyroid can cause depression-like symptoms. It’s worth getting the blood work done if you struggle with depression-like symptoms. Mine’s fine, turns out.

I doubled down on ignoring the news. I don’t allow anything in my social media feeds except Martial Arts stuff. I rarely even watch any video clips people send me. Studies prove exposure to the media increases anxiety exponentially, and social media increases depression by a fuck-ton, fast.

I even changed my music. Instead of my usual heavy metal or country, I’ve been listening to a lot of pop music from the 50s, 60s, and 70s. I have no trauma associated with this genre because I’ve never listened to it before, and it’s designed to create a happy mood in the listener. So, I listen to it. Try being grouchy listening to ABBA.

I microdosed psilocybin and lion’s mane to increase neural plasticity and boost mood, along with vitamin C and niacin to increase the effects of the mushrooms. I definitely felt a shift in… something in my mind when I took the stack, but nothing like a vision or journey. I’ve used massive doses of psilocybin in the past to treat the trauma and the microdosing didn’t feel anything like that. I used microdosing to enhance my journaling and meditation to reject my childhood programming that says I’m supposed to be miserable.

 (If anyone had told me ten years ago, I’d be exploring psychedelics, hypnosis, “steroids,” and dunking my redneck ass into a tub of ice water to treat mental illness, I’d have laughed in their face. Now, I’m a firm believer.)

More to follow, over.

Note: Consult a doctor before trying any of this yourself!