I had my first serious DMT breakthrough a couple days ago, and I'm still physically recovering from it. Tried to get in some exercise regardless, but didn't last long, only a little over an hour of cardio with some weights. I've felt really mellow since. Not as depressed, not as actively angry. What an experience. I can scarcely describe it, and despite being very frightened a few times during the trip, I look forward to diving down that hole again. My grandmother, who's 96, is in the hospital after catching COVID. But she beat it. She's very tired, but she made it. Still, she's prepared to go and has even said so. Has trouble walking now, and she's in a lot of pain because her body is just breaking down. She's probably going into a home soon. It breaks my heart, and also gives me pause (those places are hotbeds of abuse) but I'm trying to remain hopeful. It's selfish of me, but I hope she's around for a little longer. I hope to get to see her at least one more time. My mom's side of the family all used to live very close together, but now most are in different states and it's been years since we all gathered.