I’m planning a trip — not to Paris or Rome — not that kind of trip. This will be a journey to explore my inner world with the help of psilocybin (magic mushrooms).
I was diagnosed with ALS over 18 months ago and, since then, the disease has relentlessly progressed. A friend told me about psilocybin as a potential end-of-life therapy. I knew nothing at all about it; although I came of age in the 1970s, I never dabbled in hallucinogens.