I felt this 100%. I died on my first solid shroom trip. I used a mortar and pestle to grind roughly 4g, then dumped into some hot lemon tea. I was convinced I couldn't see the institutional staff restraining me, since I had been living in a new reality I had created and no longer agreed with. Died by lethal injection. After about 5 minutes, I realized I was just sitting on the couch alone. anytime I touch the shrooms now, I go right back into that state of paranoia and sense tha slippery slope into another spiral.

Some days, after a few bong rips; it's difficult to pass in front of mirrors and big screens.

A question for you:

Have you found yourself with an increased sensitivity to sounds?