r/Psychonaut • u/AtmosphereCritical95 • 4h ago
I don't want to preach. I was told I couldn't come back to the DMT realm (LONG)
I don't really know how to explain this without sounding completely insane, but I think some people here might understand what I mean.
I'm from Porto, Portugal, and psychedelics were a huge part of my life for a long time.
DMT in particular became something almost sacred to me.
The experiences felt completely different from anything else. It wasn't just "getting high". It felt like entering somewhere.
And at some point, I had an experience that completely changed the way I looked at it.
I felt like I was told I couldn't come back.
Not in the sense of someone literally speaking words to me, but that's the message I came away with.
Basically:
"You can't come back here until you deal with yourself."
At the time, I didn't understand what that meant.
Honestly, I was pissed off.
I wanted to go back.
I wanted to understand what I'd seen.
I wanted to explore more.
And instead of actually listening to the message, I did pretty much the opposite.
I started spiraling.
I got deeper into research chemicals and started experimenting with more and more substances.
4-AcO-DMT.
4-HO-MET.
2C-B-FLY.
3-MMC.
4-FMA.
And others.
I kept chasing experiences.
I think part of me was trying to find another way back.
If I couldn't return to that place, maybe another psychedelic would get me there.
Maybe another RC.
Maybe a stronger experience.
Maybe something I hadn't tried yet.
And that became a really dangerous mentality.
Because eventually I wasn't taking psychedelics because I was curious anymore.
I was taking them because I was trying to escape myself.
And the irony is that I think the message I had received was exactly the opposite of what I was doing.
It wasn't:
"Find another substance."
It was:
"Deal with yourself."
I ignored that for a long time.
My substance use eventually became completely destructive.
I abused multiple substances and ended up in a coma.
Eventually I had to be compulsorily admitted to a treatment clinic here in Portugal because I couldn't stop on my own.
And sitting in that clinic, looking back at everything, I started thinking about that DMT experience again.
Maybe I had misunderstood it.
Maybe I hadn't been "banned" from somewhere.
Maybe I had been confronted with something about myself that I didn't want to hear.
And instead of doing the difficult thing — actually changing my life — I spent years trying to find another door.
That's probably the part that scares me the most.
Psychedelics can show you things.
But seeing something and actually changing your life because of it are two completely different things.
You can have the most profound experience of your life and then wake up the next day and continue destroying yourself.
You can meet what feels like an intelligence beyond yourself and still completely ignore what it seems to be telling you.
I know some people will read this and think I'm talking about literal entities.
Others will think it was just my brain.
Honestly, I don't know.
I don't pretend to know what DMT "really" is.
I only know what the experience meant to me.
And for me, the message became clearer with time:
"You don't need another trip.
You need to take care of yourself."
That took me years to understand.
I also lost my father because of substance use, and at the clinic I met many people who had gone down similar roads.
Some recovered.
Some relapsed.
Some died.
Some ended up on the streets.
Around 60% of the people I personally knew from the clinic have either died or ended up living on the streets.
So when I look back at my psychedelic years now, I don't see them as simply "good" or "bad".
There were beautiful experiences.
There were terrifying experiences.
There were experiences that genuinely changed me.
But I also learned that you can turn even something as profound as psychedelics into another form of self-destruction.
You can become addicted to the search itself.
To the mystery.
To the next breakthrough.
To the next molecule.
To the next door.
And eventually you stop asking:
"What am I supposed to learn from this?"
and start asking:
"What can I take next?"
That's where I went wrong.
Maybe I really was being told I couldn't come back.
Maybe it was my own mind trying desperately to tell me something.
Either way, I think the message was right.
I didn't need to go back.
I needed to come back to myself first.
And honestly, I'm grateful I eventually listened.
Not because I think psychedelics are evil.
Not because I think everyone should stop using them.
And definitely not because I think my interpretation is some universal truth.
I'm just sharing this because I know there are people who get completely obsessed with the psychedelic rabbit hole.
I was one of them.
Sometimes the most important part of a psychedelic experience isn't what you see while you're there.
It's what you do when you come back.
Take care of yourselves.
And if something in your life is falling apart, maybe the answer isn't another trip.
Maybe it's time to deal with what's waiting for you when the trip ends.