TIFU by sending my 10 year old to school with psilocybin mushroom chocolate in her backpack

Context: I’m a pretty well respected business owner in my community. Involved in lots of groups, and have even run for public office. I also occasionally eat psilocybin mushrooms, mostly to keep depression and anxiety in check.

Last week my 11 year old’s backpack strap broke as she was heading out the front door. I grabbed a travel backpack from my closet, hastily emptied it of its contents which were mostly just coins and receipts, and handed it to her. That afternoon when she came home she was holding a piece of chocolate wrapped in foil, and asked me what it was. I immediately realized my fuckup. About four months ago I took some homemade shroom chocolate on a camping trip and didn’t realize there were any left in the backpack. I had emptied it and put the rest in a safe place but had missed a couple. They must’ve been zipped up in a pocket. I asked if she’d eaten any, and she said, “No, I opened one and broke it in half and saw peanut pieces in it, so I didn’t eat it.” (Peanut allergies!) The “peanut pieces” were actually mushrooms! The piece she was holding was still wrapped so I asked what she’d done with the one she’d opened. She said she wrapped it back up and put it in the backpack. I searched the backpack but came up empty handed. I dug through it several times and couldn’t find the chocolate. I asked if she’d given it to someone or dropped it somewhere or thrown it away. She swore she’d put it back in the bag. I was freaking the fuck out- there was a piece of mushroom infused candy floating around the goddamn elementary school somewhere because of my fuckup. What if some kid ate it, saw Jesus, and ended up in the emergency room? They would certainly tell the parents what they’d eaten and where they’d received it, it would be traced to my daughter and then me, and I’d be asked to explain why the candy made the kid see dragons before being charged with child endangerment or assault along with drug possession. It would be on the news. The community Facebook page would be a bottomless mine of outrage. My business would be done. Not to mention the guilt of knowing I’d caused a traumatic experience for the child. Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck! I called my girlfriend and discussed how to handle it. We both agreed no kid was likely to consume the candy because it’s pretty nasty. Dark chocolate with no sugar in it, plus it’s filled with mushroom bits— even we have to choke it down. So hopefully if a kid found it and took a bite they’d spit it out. Certainly not much chance they’d consume the entire piece. But still— this is not good. I went back to my child and begged her to confess if she’d given it to a friend. (I told her it had fake sweetener in it and would make them sick.) She stuck to the story. I went back to the backpack, searched again, and still no luck. Finally I picked up a folder and shook it violently and the piece of chocolate flew out. I immediately put it in a locked drawer and will never let this happen again. TL;DR- left mushroom chocolate in a backpack, my child borrowed the backpack, found the chocolate, but came home with only 1 of 2 pieces. The missing piece was later found but not before I spent an hour imagining how my entire life was about to come crashing down.