Funny enough DMT is the only psychedelic that's ever given me real, true insight and legitimately changed my life after a single breakthrough dose, 99.5% of whi

Funny enough DMT is the only psychedelic that's ever given me real, true insight and legitimately changed my life after a single breakthrough dose, 99.5% of which I didn't remember even immediately after 'coming to' (and still don't). I was suicidally depressed and had been for a number of years, struggling with drugs and depression, had all but given up on life. I did it alone not meaning to break through. Immediately after my breakthrough, I was so overjoyed and happy and couldn't help but bellow out "there is so much love in the universe!!" over and over -- right after a run to the washroom to purge a rainbow from my mouth. Thankfully I was home alone. I immediately called my loved ones to talk to them and tell them how much I loved them. My sister (psych major) thought I was going to end my life soon because I was suddenly so happy and unburdened. Suicidal ideation ceased for over 5 years, and still has only come out in the rare circumstance I was under extreme emotional distress. The majority of the lessons I learned -- many obvious in retrospect, I feel I was almost purposely blinding myself from seeing them because it was easier not to -- came in dreams and waking daydream 'visions' in the days after my trip, and my sudden ability to notice my problems weren't so serious, I just needed to look at them from a different viewpoint, of which there are many. The only person who noticed (or mentioned) any difference right away in me, was the wife of a client -- a devout Hindu woman. As soon as she saw me a few days after my trip she said "MyName, are you alright?" with a concerned look on her face. I still wonder what she noticed or what concerned her. I haven't felt the need to do it or any other psychedelics since, but for some reason I felt I'd share a quick tale of my story since the topic of machine elves and insights came up. I was also, coincidentally (common as it is, apparently?) obsessed with digging a tunnel as far as I could as a 12-13 year old boy until it collapsed on me after about 5ft because I'd started on an unstable hill. That was the end of my tunneling, although I suddenly have a strange urge to grab a shovel.