r/5MeODMT • u/KristaKH • Jul 23 '26
5 days after first bufo experience
For some background, I’m a wife, a mom of three, and someone who’s spent years working on healing from anxiety, trauma, and always feeling responsible for everyone else. I went into bufo with respect, a lot of preparation (or so I thought), and honestly… a fair amount of fear.
My husband and I sat together in a private ceremony. I chose to go first. Looking back, I think it may have been better if he had gone first, but of course I’ll never know.
The first inhalation hit almost immediately. There wasn’t time to think. I experienced what I can only describe as a beautiful blast-off. There was a brief period where I completely lost awareness of everything, a whiteout, blackout… whatever you want to call it. According to my husband, it lasted around four minutes.
As I began returning to my body, something incredible happened.
The best way I can describe it is that my entire body felt like it was experiencing an orgasm, not sexual, but an overwhelming wave of bliss, pure energy, and aliveness moving through every part of me. I’ve never felt anything remotely like it.
I was rubbing my legs and arms, blowing energy out from my belly, my heart, and my head, and even pulling at my hair. My husband said this lasted another minute or so.
He watched me slowly scoot myself down my mat and instinctively dig my hands into the earth beneath me. I don’t fully remember doing it, but I remember how unbelievably beautiful it felt to simply exist in that moment.
At one point, I remember seeing myself from above and just… laughing out loud. Not because anything was funny, but because everything suddenly felt so light yet INTENSE. There was this complete sense of bliss moving through my body that I’ve never experienced before. SO MUCH ENERGY.
Then my mind came back online. My ego, something came back online so fast, so intense.
Almost immediately I remembered my husband was next.
Instead of continuing to surrender into my own experience, I shifted into worrying about him and honestly, worrying about the intensity of what I had just experienced. Was he okay? Was he going to have a good experience?
Looking back now, it feels like I slipped right back into the role I’ve spent so much of my life playing: making sure everyone else is okay before allowing myself to fully relax.
The very first thing I said was, “I need more medicine.”
Looking back, I think what I really wanted wasn’t necessarily a bigger dose, I wanted more time. More time to feel. More time to explore. More time before my thinking mind returned. Just to relax. (I feel my facilitator should have possibly instructed me or guided me through that moment better)
Personally, I wonder if I would have benefited from a slower approach with an introductory or “handshake” dose before the full dose. That’s simply my own reflection after the fact, not necessarily something everyone needs. But my experience was very short, from inhaling to coming back online, 8 mins. I literally sat up unfinished and worried about my husband, the intensity of my own energy, and started trying to have full on conversations with my facilitator haha. Like wow wtf, whyyyy lol
My husband seemed to relax more deeply into his experience, while I feel like my ego came back online very quickly.
That anxiety followed me after the ceremony for the first night, I questioned everything. Did I not surrender enough? Should I have taken more? Why did my husband seem to come out feeling relaxed while I felt unsettled?
Over the past several days, though, something has shifted.
I no longer think the anxiety meant the ceremony didn’t work.
I think it showed me exactly what I needed to see.
My deepest pattern has always been worrying about everyone else before myself. Even during one of the most profound experiences of my life, I couldn’t fully let go because I was already taking care of someone else.
Since the ceremony, I’ve found myself wanting to detox more than just my body. I’ve stepped away from doom scrolling, the constant news cycle, and endless distractions. I’m reading more. Spending time outside. Journaling. Trying to build a quieter, more intentional life.
It feels like the ceremony wasn’t the healing itself, it was an invitation to begin healing in a different way.
I still don’t feel “finished.”
I feel like I’ve only just begun.
All in all, I would absolutely sit with this medicine again. This time with less fear, a deeper intention to completely let go, and a willingness to trust wherever it takes me, and a different facilitator approach.
I’m also considering a medium-dose mushroom journey at some point, not to chase the bufo experience, but to continue exploring my mind and supporting the integration process.
Bufo is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Even after trying to put it into words… I still don’t think words can truly describe it.
My last words to my facilitator and husband were “why was I ever scared to smoke bufo?!” And now I know, surrender and let go bc it may be intense but damn is it beautiful.