2c-b may work, just keep the dose low; I can't even get 2c-b as it's illegal here and not circulated on the 'streets'. 2c-c, 2c-d, are suitable as they are not too intense or heavy.
I can probably get some 2c-b, though my source is one of the guys who was with me on the unexpected pot trip, so that will be funny. "You're STILL going? How much is it gonna take to make you quit?" As for 2c-c and 2c-d, I suspect they're illegal here in Australia, but they might be available as grey-market research chemicals. I'll look it up... If they are, though, they'll probably get mixed up with bromo dragonfly in the lab, knowing my luck.
Acid is also readily available, quite potent blotters, I may take a quarter or a half.
Short-acting is good for now. I actually prefer the idea of longer trips, overall, but I'd rather wait until they're less volatile (if indeed that ever happens). My psychonautical dream is to one day take a big hit of ibogaine, assuming my irregular heartbeat wouldn't make that a very bad idea. One hit of ibogaine can last 24 hours or more.
Despite that crazy episode, I've been using psychedelics for years since without any issues, I highly doubt I have any neurological problems or any damage from the experience. It was a good lesson for me as I now know the warning signs for true psychosis. If you experience something like I did, that persists for a week or more, then you can consider it a psychotic break. There's a big difference between having a bad trip and a psychotic break, one you have some control over the other you don't even realize you are that crazy until afterwards. Not trying to belittle your bad experiences but you're not delusional, at least from what you describe, so don't worry so much and enjoy tripping if that's what you decide to do.
It's true that I had some control.
On shrooms, when it really peaked, I was looking around the room thinking, "I have no idea what any of this is... I have no idea what
I am...
no idea." But there was a vague notion that in a little while, I would remember. I then went through a rapidly oscillating whirlwind of thoughts where I kept trying to grasp the most basic things about reality, but I couldn't, and the mental chatter and dysphoria was unbearable. I'd lost all contact with reality - a truly bizarre experience. Then my thoughts devolved into something less coherent, with random images and sounds in my head, mundane things like chalkboards, garbage trucks, barking dogs, but it was all so confusing. Someone mentioned before they pissed themself while in a similar state. So did I. I only realised this the next morning. I recall clutching my soaked trousers murmuring "I'll do it right next time... I'll do it this thing that's again when I try it..." and swaying on the spot.
When I started coming down, my head was still full of delusions. I was in a mental asylum. I was God. Nothing outside this room existed. The room itself was a figment of my imagination. If I left the room, I would be able to transcend whatever was happening to me and move on to a different incarnation, but I wasn't ready to leave. My entire life had been an illusion, made up in my head. I was trapped here forever. I had permanent brain damage and I would never recover. That sort of thing. Fortunately, the experience only lasted as long as it was supposed to, and I was fine, if badly depressed, in the morning. So yes, I'll count my blessings that I was at least partially aware that things weren't as they should be, and that it didn't last for weeks. I want to keep tripping, but I also definitely want to avoid those two things... proceed with caution, I guess...