Why did I take magic mushrooms? A year and a half after my marriage breakdown I was still an insomniac. Six months into therapy I was still an anxious wreck. I was big on showing myself compassion but I was also losing patience. I had spent a lifetime hating myself.
It was time for an ego death.
My friend’s gardener, Steve, was a hippy free spirit, dedicated to a life of freedom from regular societal conventions. We regularly had funny, five-minute philosophical chats on his fag breaks and it was during one of those he introduced me to the concept of ego suspension. I could not get out of my mind how great it sounded.