My old man was a lifelong leftie. I think he was a Communist when younger, used to sing the Red Flag and cry or so he said.. I met the guy who'd I think radicalised once, a Labour historian of the Caribbean (Richard Hart). He was never involved in organised politics in any sense though, in this country - thank fuck. I'm grateful for my childhood memories not being stuffed with terrible activists and afternoons at dreary fundraisers.My parents told me Nelson Mandela was a terrorist.
I don't think anything else can have the same instant massively transformative effect of psychedelics. Nothing you can reliably procure at any rate. Otherwise you're limited to a more gradual lifting yourself out of the sludge with the usual dreary but ultimately rewarding good habits
it's more expensive, but try having children