BloodTranceFusion
Bluelighter
I'm here to ask if my state is common/curable.
After roughly 2 months of using Salvia weekly, I'm having trouble getting back into "The Game" - the pretense of living within society; pretending there's meaning. I always knew there was an absence of meaning and the end is the end but I think my Salvia experience which is quasi-death (falling into a void then slowly realising that everything that I ever knew was fake) has killed some instinct inside of me. I'm not getting overly suicidal because I understand that my emotions and entire existence are meaningless - whatever I do, either way, doesn't matter. I just break down sometimes in public and drop everything/sit with no incentive to continue on my way. When I'm prepared enough to have it on-hand I take Alprazolam which helps to distract me and pretend there's value in what I do but this is a near-daily occurrence and it's absolutely soul-crushing beyond anxiety or depression: the knowledge that there's nothing. Being depressed or anxious would put some value in emotions, it's just empty now. In case I sound like I'm tripping or believing some fantastic concoction of my own, I really don't think I am. It's commonly-held knowledge but most people (as I formerly managed to) deal with it/not even think about it or who-knows-how "accept" and resume The Game.
Any suggestions on what I should do, what I should take or who I should see? Unfortunately, using Salvia helps temporarily as I'm delighted to come back to this supposedly real plane from oblivion. I don't know who to go to because I don't consider this a dis-order; it's just a fact of "life". I can't fall for divine beliefs or afterlifes and a psychiatrist can't plainly tell me "Don't worry, we'll all die, we all know it - just enjoy it while it lasts!". I can't anymore.
Any responses are greatly appreciated. I'm a quarter of the way through my presumed life and have a hit a brick wall knowing the rest's for nothing.
After roughly 2 months of using Salvia weekly, I'm having trouble getting back into "The Game" - the pretense of living within society; pretending there's meaning. I always knew there was an absence of meaning and the end is the end but I think my Salvia experience which is quasi-death (falling into a void then slowly realising that everything that I ever knew was fake) has killed some instinct inside of me. I'm not getting overly suicidal because I understand that my emotions and entire existence are meaningless - whatever I do, either way, doesn't matter. I just break down sometimes in public and drop everything/sit with no incentive to continue on my way. When I'm prepared enough to have it on-hand I take Alprazolam which helps to distract me and pretend there's value in what I do but this is a near-daily occurrence and it's absolutely soul-crushing beyond anxiety or depression: the knowledge that there's nothing. Being depressed or anxious would put some value in emotions, it's just empty now. In case I sound like I'm tripping or believing some fantastic concoction of my own, I really don't think I am. It's commonly-held knowledge but most people (as I formerly managed to) deal with it/not even think about it or who-knows-how "accept" and resume The Game.
Any suggestions on what I should do, what I should take or who I should see? Unfortunately, using Salvia helps temporarily as I'm delighted to come back to this supposedly real plane from oblivion. I don't know who to go to because I don't consider this a dis-order; it's just a fact of "life". I can't fall for divine beliefs or afterlifes and a psychiatrist can't plainly tell me "Don't worry, we'll all die, we all know it - just enjoy it while it lasts!". I can't anymore.
Any responses are greatly appreciated. I'm a quarter of the way through my presumed life and have a hit a brick wall knowing the rest's for nothing.
