My brother died from brain cancer last year, three months after he was diagnosed. I was cradling him in my arms when he died. That fucked me up in ways I cannot describe.
I tried cannabis to deal with the depression, and while it helped, I had to take it every night, and I hated the foggy brain it gave me. I contemplated prescription antidepressants, but they have a long list of serious side-effects that I didn't want to touch with a stick.
So I decided "What the hell...", got some shrooms, and took a 600 mg microdose. Holy shit. An hour later, I was wrapped in the sort of joy that had eluded me for over a year. And that was the only side-effect. I didn't spend hours talking to the space iguanas that live in my microwave or anything like that.
And the next day, I felt *much* better. I took a few more doses every few weeks after that until I ran out. I'm not 100% again, and I may not ever be. But I'm a functional human being again thanks to psilocybin.
Psilocybin is a pharmaceutical company's worst nightmare. It can't be patented, it's easily growable (if the law would allow), it doesn't have horrible side-effects, and it starts working in minutes instead of weeks.
Given that it has a safety profile better than marijuana, which itself is an order of magnitude safer than *coffee*, there's no reason we shouldn't sell this OTC at Wal-mart. There are lots of depressed, suicidal, and hurting folks. It's a fucking crime against humanity that psilocybin is illegal.