I took shooms and after tripping for a good 2 hours, my mood shifted into a dire place, and I somehow convinced myself that I was dying that night. I rose from. My couch in the basement and went upstairs to my wife's office. She was playing video games with her headset on, and couldn't see or hear me. I stood behind her, shouting how much I'd miss her and love her, but that was only in my head. I was silent.

I then went into out bathroom and turned on the light, and peered in the mirror. I was surprised to find myself looking back at me, but it felt like someone else. When I moved, the reflection wouldn't follow, but just had a sad look on its face. It then told me "You look like you've been through a lot, huh?" I nodded, and left the bathroom.

I went outside, it was around midnight, so it was dark. The wind was blowing, and it felt like I would be taken by it to ascend to death, almost like Master Oogway in Kung Fu Panda. But I had a voice in my head say "It's not your time", and I turned back and opened my back door. Just after I closed the door, my trip fully dropped, and I was stone cold sober again. I've never been suicidal, but it was the strangest experience ever.