One of the times I shroomed away, I had a terrible feeling of nauseous. Very common yes, but this time I felt like it was coming out and that I was gonna throw up, although nothing seemed to get past my throat.
The feeling got uneasier by the second and I didn’t know what to do so I decided to eat a chocolate with pistachio. Stupid decision.
The dryness of my mouth didn’t suit the pistachio pieces and as I gasped for air, some pieces went inside and for a few seconds(which felt like eternity) it blocked my air passage. That was horrible!
I was gasping for air almost thinking I’m gonna die. Time was too stretched. I panicked.
I’ve always had this phobia of having something stuck in my wind pipe, and then the shroom took me in my throat. It took me to the place where the pistachio was stuck, down my tonsils and in my lungs.
I felt like I was in the brink of death, any moment and I won’t be able to breathe. I was alone but somehow as I felt like I was dying, I pushed deep from my lungs where I was hallucinating.
It pushed out the pistachio piece and made me realize that even at the brink of death, we always want to live and we will give in our last energy to that. And I did.
That trip went rather bizarre. But that journey deep into my own body was something I never experienced before. It eradicated a lot of my phobia. I realized I’m not gonna die from something stuck in my wind pipe. And the fact that I’m scared of it makes it self-fulfilling sometimes.
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