In July 2022, a story sent shockwaves through the psychedelic community: an Indiana nurse and mother of five was about to be sentenced to 10 years in prison for growing mushrooms after she’d learned that microdosing psilocybin might improve her 20-year struggle with treatment-resistant depression.

“Why are you so sad?” I asked myself, as if I were now two separate and distinct entities. The other me answered with a question: “Wouldn’t you be sad too if someone died?” “Who died?” I asked cautiously as I drew closer to the dark corner. “What if it was you?” came the reply.