I ate some psychedelics once while depressed hardly (sometimes it went into strong panic attacks), it was worst trip I ever had. I was just had to wait when it end up. But when it was gone I finally realized a lot of things about myself, about my life. It was clearest moment, like puzzles finally formed, everything became understandable. Like I was holding my breath all time and finally exhaled. I understood what it was destroying me inside and throwed it away. It just saved me a life.