New job that's WFH if you want.

I can now see my kid every day, stop wasting annual leave for a delivery or CBA days. I can keep on top of chores while working.

I don't get paid any more but I'm spending less and more importantly I'm gaining back time and seeing my family.

It's made me happier, more fulfilled and a better dad.

I had neurosurgery to correct brain stem compression. I regained the ability to walk without weakness and tremors and to function in general.

I had to fight my insurance company for months because they denied my first surgery due to their perceived lack of "medical necessity."

I worked for basically a cult.

It taught me invaluable lessons about humanity and how easily people can be manipulated. Now anyone who has that “influencer” atmosphere about them is persona non grata to me.

Going to the psychiatrist and getting medicated 💊

Happened a year ago, after i almost made an attempt on my life, my parents took me to a doctor that gave me a couple of meds that i've been taking ever since.

They made me feel nauscious and ill at first, but a couple of weeks after, i felt refreshed, i was sleeping well, and i was (slowly) feeling better emotionally.

I'm fine now, and my dosis is now minimal compared to what i started with. Now i have a better support group and meds if my body decides not to produce the necessary neuro-chemicals i need to endure the hardships of life. 🧠 (Seriously, the human body is sometimes really stupid).

Hiking across Ontario. Go dive balls deep into nature. Safely and responsibly, of course.

psycadelics

Something has always been wrong with my brain. When I was a kid it was called "ADD", somewhere along the line they added an "H". Various medications were tried when I was younger to try and combat this, but they either didn't help or would cause other more serious problems. As a kid nobody had to tell me not to do drugs, because the drugs given to me made me feel terrible and I couldn't understand why anyone would WANT to feel like that. A little later on in life I got drunk a few times, and that wasn't fun either.

A few years ago, my wife got her medical marijuana card. Because my wife and I are two halves of a whole idiot, whatever she tries I'm going to try as well. She gave me a gummy with 10mg of THC in it.

Suddenly, I could decide what to pay attention to.

That seems minor, doesn't it? But I want you to imagine: you've struggled with everything for your entire life. You have to force yourself to do anything at all, even if it's interesting. And then one day a beautiful woman gives you a small piece of candy and it's like a switch was closed, and now I could just decide what to focus on. Laundry? Washed, dried, folded, and put up. I can keep the house clean. I can focus on things at work. And the really cool part, is I don't have to take so much that I'm high to get the power of divine focus.

In fact, I don't have to take it at all, because one of the things I like to do is figure out how stuff works, and it's worse when I'm high. One night I decided to sit down and look inwards to see if I could make my mind cooperate with me without needing THC, and I was able to. I can sort of function as a contributing member of society now. I haven't missed a bill for years. My credit score went from 500 something to mid 700s. I don't get mad at stupid stuff anymore. My home life was pretty good before, but now my wife and I get along so well that if I were to tell everyone how we are with each other, it would sound made up because it's too good to be true.

Started dating for the first time, experiencing genuine love for the first time, and breaking up and experience genuine sorrow for the first time about two years ago.

And cats. I adopted cats.

Finding the perfect partner after all of my strange or toxic relationships I’ve ever had. Married now, together for an eternity, never had a fight. They’re perfect.

Also the one time I did WAY too much K. I’ve done everything but opiates, I’ve broken through on DMT multiple times, I THOUGHT I had known ego death… not even close. It was like a reality-curtain was pulled back and I was seeing, feeling, and knowing things that aren’t meant for humans. It was terrifying. Well, once I could feel again it was.

I haven’t done it since. That was like four years ago.

Adopting a cat. I don't know how I managed to live without her.

Getting a social worker.

Shrooms. Started tripping, and within a month I actually was beginning to handle my depression, anxiety, subsequently got a good paying job (was burnt out for around a year after college), feel pretty decent about life, and am still kind of going through some aspects and improving my life. I kind of am of the opinion that if you you don't have to worry about psychosis, trip at least once in your life (I've become that friend that recommends drugs, but for a reason). For some people, that can make an amazing amount of difference either in their personal life, or how they actually react to others. The biggest takeaway I got was how to actually listen to other on more than a just surface level without really trying.

I got my very first pet 2 years ago: a cat. She's shy, selfish, whiny, sometimes annoying and yet, I love this creature. I see why some people compare pets to kids because this is what unconditional love must feel like.

Starting to meditate