r/PsychedelicTherapy • u/CommandFit9512 • 21h ago
Experience Report I finally understand my life
This weekend was basically the completion of my journey. Years ago I heard about how psychedelics can release trauma and I knew it was what I needed. I finally found my way to it with my first retreat in June (mushrooms and ayahuasca). In mid July I attended another retreat with just mdma and mushrooms. I just returned from my third retreat (mdma and mushrooms). The way these journeys work is nothing short of miraculous. Everything about it. The people. And what the medicine reveals. I can't explain it but it's such a gift.
The first night of my retreat (Friday), I used only 3 grams of mushrooms and MDMA. It was terrifying. There were both men and women at the retreat and for some reason, I immediately became terrified of the men. I felt hunted. I was so scared. One of the guys had an energy that scared me so much. I went upstairs and kind of barricaded myself in a room. The facilitator, came to help me break through the battle I go through every time I journey, to help me get to the other side of my defense. It's an exhausting battle and she helps me remember to breath, and lean into the fear. Once I am able to do that, it's a feeling of melting into relaxation. But still, after that, anytime the guy would be anywhere near, absolutely anywhere near, I sensed his energy and would shake with the deepest fear. It felt like a jolt of lighting that would hit me with force and I would ask, "what was that" and sure enough he would pass by. I locked myself in the bathroom but there was only one bathroom, and I knew I couldnt stay in there long. I felt I had no safety. When I would hear his voice or sense his presence, I was enraged. Thinking that he was stealing from me, taking everything that was mine, even my space. I started to think about how everything in my entire life that I love has been taken from me and he was taking my space too. It was crazy. The other guys scared me but this guy terrified me. I felt like I was fighting a battle of the galaxies and had to defend myself. After I was terrified, I was SOOOO angry. I kept thinking, "Don't come at me like that. Get out of here with that. I HATE men." I became the most gigantic man hater during that journey. I felt bad about it later. I didn't know how scared I felt of men.
The next morning I was so weepy. The journey opened me up and I was thinking of my ex-boyfriend and how even though he was going to kill me eventually, he also made me feel safe. I've never felt safe in my life. Recently divorced and no family (who do not abuse me), I have no home other than my apartment, where I live alone when my youngest daughter is not with me. I have nothing to return to. And I believed there was something horrible about me. That I was bad. There is a part of me that feels responsible for the suffering of everyone in my life. I have done parts work and the therapist pointed out that I call that part "it" instead of she. Because I hated that part of myself.
I read an entire book ("Psychedelic Psychotherapy) during the day after our integration session and felt proud of myself because I used many of the techniques it suggested for journeys when trying to recover memories and/or trauma. It worked.
At my July retreat, I sensed pain and sensations in my pelvic region and a lot of sexual images and I said, "NO. I don't want to see that." I also felt invited to let go of my now ex-boyfriend. I also said no to that but three weeks later realized if I stayed, he would kill me, at least this version of me.
I let the facilitator know about what I said no to in July and told her I would not Say no this time.
On Saturday night, I started with MDMA because I didn't want to become terrified and run away from people. I knew I needed to stay with the group. I took 4 grams of mushrooms which is lighter than most people but the facilitator and I thought that after such a hard journey on the first night, I needed something gentle. The MDMA gave me a sense of self love and when I went to the bathroom I saw myself in the mirror and talked to that part that I hated and said that I loved it...that I am going to take care of her now and can handle her job and told her I was thankful for how hard she works. Came back downstairs with the group. The music is always incredible. It becomes a part of my body. I can see, feel, and hear the music. It's crazy how good it feels. The book I read told me that when you notice sensations in your body, breathe into those places. So I did. I breathed into the pelvic area and I learned of my trauma. I don't want to write it. But I know it. And my entire life makes sense. I now know why the men I love hate me and want to crush me. I was hated like that from the very beginning. And violence from the very beginning. No wonder love to me feels like hate and fear. I never could figure out why the men I did everything for hated me so much. I felt like I was a good person who offered so much. I couldn't make sense of it. Now, I know why. Because that is how the people who were supposed to love me felt about me. I've been hated. I couldn't see the specifics of what happened and my facilitator said I may never know since it was likely pre verbal. But I got KNOWING. And I know who did it. It feels like I always knew it. But now I KNOW. I realized that my hatred for that part was blocking my ability to access what I knew, even during a journey.
The thing is, the next morning, I already wondered if any of it was real. I think that is somewhat normal. Is it?