“Why the hell did I come back?” I asked myself.
It was exactly a year ago to the day since my first ten-day ibogaine journey at Beond, an ibogaine clinic in Mexico. Once again, I found myself in the same hospital bed, in the same freezing cold room, wires slithering across my chest, a blood-pressure sleeve clenching my arm, and a needle deep in my vein, depositing ...
