It's been a few months since my first (and only) trip. A standard tab, I was alone in a park, 22F, nothing special.

I had been on wellbutrin for some time but it had stopped working for the few months leading up to the trip. I finally stopped taking it after I tripped. Yeah I had been going to therapy for a few weeks at the time and was trying to help myself, but clinical depression runs deep in my family. It's something almost everyone on my dad's side has had their whole lives if they didn't already kill themselves. All things considered, I thought I would stop taking my antidepressant and crash: spiral and become suicidal like always.

But I didn't.

I am okay.

I tripped once and kicked my lifelong depression. Does anyone have a similar experience? I'm still blown away just thinking about it...