3 years ago I was a 24 yo lonely opioid addicted man without a degree, never went to high school. Was brought up in foster homes. Then I started doing LSD and DMT. Didn’t meet beings, but voices. The voices told me my doctors who prescribed the opioids and my mom were evil and I need to stop seeing them and get sober. I listened to the voices. Then I applied to a university and got admitted and started studying. Everything went well, for a while. Then I wanted to try find a girlfriend, but couldn’t find anybody. The voices started coming back, they told me I had been cursed in my youth and started to show me what my parents and others have done to me. Every day I remembered new things. For example how I had been buried alive by my parents. How I met these not worldly creatures and how they had given me the option to either stay with them or make for father dig for me so I could live. I choose to make dad dig me up and live in this body. I fucking regret that choice.

I’m in therapy now, but I feel like the therapist is an energy vampire feeding of my misery. Forcing me to reexperience my past