IMO micro dosing does not evolve into abuse unless you are trying to escape your life...which microdosing will reveal to you is not a viable option
Very effective for anxiety and depression, sadly not legal in most states yet
I honestly think they can change you for the better in moderation
To be clear, I don't have depression or anxiety issues, I realized after reading these posts that I'm in a mood to be high on acid. I did acid several times in my teens and into my 20's, and I'm 51 now. A few years ago I had an old high school buddy drop into my little town for a visit, and I hadn't seen him in over 20 years. Coincidentally it had been about 20 years since my last acid trip and it was the furthest thing from my mind.
However, that weekend we had our annual music festival taking place in this tiny mountain village, and we were intending to drop in to check out the music and hang out on the beach. Earlier, while taking him for a tour around town, I rolled by a fellow named Wavey's place and it occurred to me that i could probably score a couple mushroom caps off this guy. It had only been a couple years since I last tried mushrooms, but after conferring with my buddy and us agreeing it might be fun, I dropped in on Wavey and he said "Nope! No mushrooms. I've got acid though!"
Fuck! After my buddy and I stared at each other, perplexed, for waht seemed like an eternity, I turned to Wavey and said "Fuck it! Let's go." He said he would dose us, on the house, but we had to take them right there in front of him, lol! We did. Then he slipped me an extra and said "Here. This one's for your wife."
Well holy shit.... I we returned home, and I said to my wife, "Guess what we just did?"
"What did you do?"
"ACID!"
"You did what? Acid?"
"Yep. Wavey send ne home for you if you want it." Now my wife hadn't done acid in 20 years either. In fact, the last time we did acid it was together, and we were on an innertube in the middle of a BC lake while working in the mountains and staying in a bush camp, and it was our Friday night and the entire crew was on acid, and there was a meteor shower that night, and maybe even a full moon. It was a fucked up special kind of night, and we watched meteors on acid from an innertube on the lake, and it was memorable. So my wife looks at me and says "Let's see it?"
I was positive she would never consider taking acid at this stage in our lives. Especially now that she is the mayor of our tiny village, and we were on our way to the local annual music festival. Well she surprised me and dabbed that shit out of my hand with a wet finger tip, and slapped it onto her tongue. 'Game on now,' I thought. Off we went to the festival.
Mine was kicking in hard by the time we entered the gates, and immediately motherfucking small towners were passing by us and starting to chat up my wife about some local politics shit. I ditched so fast one way, my buddy went another, and my wife help her own with whatever bullshit. It was hours before we all connected again. I just know that I found some rasta dudes playing bongo drums in a circle on the beach, and I walked into the middle of their circle and sat down, letting them know that I was feeling pretty smashed on acid, and I wasn't going anywhere for a while. I just knew nobody I didn't want to see would find me there.
I remember having to piss so bad, and being mad that the sun was taking so long to go down because i wanted to walk across the busy field to the port'o'johns and take a leak. I held that piss for the longest time, and when i finally made my move, my 12 year old daughter and her friends came running up out of nowhere asking for hot dog money. FUCK! I forgot my kids would be here.
Eventually, the chaos dissipated and I did some of the greatest dancing of my life that night. At least that's how I remember it.
Nobody will read all ^ that shit, but it was fun to recall that day and relive it while typing it out. In reality, I've probably done my last acid trip ever, and that one was it. Buuuut, never say never.