In 2006, I was irreversibly depressed. I had no emotions and no hope of ever recovering. I decided to try psychedelics because it was either that or kill myself. I’m serious when I say that LSD saved my life.

Without it, I wouldn’t be here to type this comment.

Tripping washed the grime away from me and lifted the curtain on my addictions. I scrolled through Facebook, PornHub, and my email inbox thinking Oh my god…

The world is a fucking casino.

Of course, there were lots of positive insights, too—like finding a name for my company (“F the Lines”), learning to enjoy poetry, appreciating tiny details, and starting a 365-day drawing challenge (just finished #158).

I see psychedelics as an “escape the box” tool.

You can’t spend your whole life outside the box, but sometimes you need to make a big shift and it’s very hard to see what “box” you’re in (let alone think outside it) without the help of psychedelics.

When I see friends and family members struggling with depression or anxiety, I wish I could say something, but often the legal and societal stigma makes that risky. Most people are too stubborn or too afraid to try psychedelics and it’s sad because I KNOW how effective they are.

We can’t change other people’s minds, but the next best thing to do is to keep talking and writing about psychedelics as much as possible, so people have more chances to change their own minds. ✌️