I have been taking shrooms for over 6 months to help with depression. This consist of me taking between 2-4 grams when I am alone. It has been so beneficial. I am not cured, but have felt better than I have in over 10 years. Some trips are hard, some are pure joy. What I learned from this last trip is to not go in with a plan, and don't fight what comes. I took 3 grams on a very rainy, grey day. I expected to have a nice, chill time listening to music and rain. So wrong. Any music I put on irritated me. I kept moving from outside to inside. I couldn't get comfortable. Then the feelings of depression, fear, anxiety came up and consumed me. I put my hands over my closed eyes and waited. I saw black and grey webbing with what looked like a dark figure peeking out from behind it. I was looking at my depression. It was very scary and unnerving. My usually beautiful backyard turned into menacing, dark trees. I almost had a full blown panic attack meltdown. But I took a shower, cried, and realized I sometimes need those awful feelings to rear their heads. This makes me stronger in wanting to overcome them. Two days later I am so grateful for that unexpected journey.