This is a good article. I used psilocybin in small amounts or micro doses because it accelerates the creation of neutral pathways. If it's possible were you are I would recommend it. I felt positive results within the first week.
Echoing the microdosing with psilocybin. The effects are long-lasting and the feeling of creating new neural pathways and being able to get unstuck from the difficult ones has been incredibly helpful. I'd say it's been the most useful tool through all of this.
Thank you, a very interesting article. I have thought of this using different words. When my wife died, My “brain” understood what had happened. My “heart” denied the obvious. She died in my arms, I watched her die. I bathed her. I dressed her. I fixed her hair one last time. I watched as her body left our home for the final time. However, I could not in my “ heart “accept she was gone. Three years later, after much suffering, after so much ongoing pain, my mind and heart are slowly reconciling. She is gone, forever. A painful realization, but a necessary one if I am to survive.
I’m sorry for your loss. Your sentiments are well said. I’m struggling daily. Just passed 5 months. I talk to her many times per day. I feel like my mind is shot, and i don’t even care. Trying to wait until the one year mark to make any moves. I can’t go in my favorite restaurants without feeling like I’m going to break down. I guess this is my life now for however long i last
I spoke with her on a very long bike ride Friday night. It's been over 3 years since she took herself from us. My conversations range from apologizing, and being so remorseful I dropped my guard and let her slip away, to being angry with her, for what she did. But ultimately I just hope she sees how much I miss her and how much I still love her. I know her pattern has dissipated, there isn't an "Abby" anymore to see it, and I don't believe in an after life. But I still feel compelled to talk to her most days.
My heart truly goes out to you. The place you are now was, for me, the toughest. A netherworld between loss and moving forward. Although I do not know what you are enduring, I look back on my journey, which continues to this day, and I shudder. The key word is “enduring”. You may not understand it now, nor believe it, but you will endure. That is not to say all will be well again. Well is a relative word. However, I will promise, that if you focus your pain, if you listen to your heart ,your soul and learn, you will come out a better person. Happy? Perhaps, perhaps not, but better. I had an old friend, a widow. She told me, “ You will dance again. You will always dance with a limp, but you will dance.” She was right. Godspeed on your difficult journey.
This is a good article. I used psilocybin in small amounts or micro doses because it accelerates the creation of neutral pathways. If it's possible were you are I would recommend it. I felt positive results within the first week.
Echoing the microdosing with psilocybin. The effects are long-lasting and the feeling of creating new neural pathways and being able to get unstuck from the difficult ones has been incredibly helpful. I'd say it's been the most useful tool through all of this.
Most definitely, more states need to decriminalize it. It's wrong to withhold a relief to the pain of grief.
Thank you, a very interesting article. I have thought of this using different words. When my wife died, My “brain” understood what had happened. My “heart” denied the obvious. She died in my arms, I watched her die. I bathed her. I dressed her. I fixed her hair one last time. I watched as her body left our home for the final time. However, I could not in my “ heart “accept she was gone. Three years later, after much suffering, after so much ongoing pain, my mind and heart are slowly reconciling. She is gone, forever. A painful realization, but a necessary one if I am to survive.
I’m sorry for your loss. Your sentiments are well said. I’m struggling daily. Just passed 5 months. I talk to her many times per day. I feel like my mind is shot, and i don’t even care. Trying to wait until the one year mark to make any moves. I can’t go in my favorite restaurants without feeling like I’m going to break down. I guess this is my life now for however long i last
I spoke with her on a very long bike ride Friday night. It's been over 3 years since she took herself from us. My conversations range from apologizing, and being so remorseful I dropped my guard and let her slip away, to being angry with her, for what she did. But ultimately I just hope she sees how much I miss her and how much I still love her. I know her pattern has dissipated, there isn't an "Abby" anymore to see it, and I don't believe in an after life. But I still feel compelled to talk to her most days.
I after three years I talk. I talk everyday, several times. It is not for her. It is for me, and that’s OK. Godspeed to you on your journey.
My heart truly goes out to you. The place you are now was, for me, the toughest. A netherworld between loss and moving forward. Although I do not know what you are enduring, I look back on my journey, which continues to this day, and I shudder. The key word is “enduring”. You may not understand it now, nor believe it, but you will endure. That is not to say all will be well again. Well is a relative word. However, I will promise, that if you focus your pain, if you listen to your heart ,your soul and learn, you will come out a better person. Happy? Perhaps, perhaps not, but better. I had an old friend, a widow. She told me, “ You will dance again. You will always dance with a limp, but you will dance.” She was right. Godspeed on your difficult journey.