That old song by of Montreal called “Lysergic Bliss”? Not wrong! Dropping acid with friends one night in Joshua Tree, the night of a super-blood moon, helped me to dissolve depression’s grip in my mid-20s.
I had tripped on magic mushrooms before, just once, with friends in a borrowed cabin in the woods of Quebec. That was when I first started to write fiction and live on my own in the world for the first time. I grew up in small-town Maine, dealt with turmoil and depression at home all my life, scraped by with good enough grades to get into a university in Montreal, moved there at 18, got into my first serious long-term relationship, moved from the dorm straight into a home
