I've been using E since about April off and on and it has helped me.
But if you ask me if ecstasy itself changed my life, I'd have to say no. It didn't raise my GPA or solve me family problems. It didn't get me a boyfriend or a job, which is okay because I'd be a fool to expect it to. But it's not what I expected from the drug that made it worthwhile, but what it made me expect from myself. It showed me things about myself I had long since forgetting existed, a dormant side of me I guess.
I was 'severely depressed' according to my psychologist and I was miserable for so long I was beginning to think I was actually defective, with or without treatment. I was beginning to think that the most I could expect out of life and myself was a world of malaise where I don't enjoy life, but endure it's struggle until I die.
I also thought that after some traumatic experiences in my life had left me damaged to the point where I was incapable of falling in love again, or feeling true empathy and affection the way I did a couple years back. I had been single, alone, and I had lost most of my friends to do reclusive behavior. At that point, life was bleaker than it ever was.
That was until I met our man ADAM. It temporarily peeled back the scare tissue on my soul that had developed after being hurt so many times. There was still something beautiful and fragile there, filled with an incredible capacity for empty. And it was inside me, I couldn't really believe it. (I know how corny that sounds, but it's true)
I also became aware of how physical and emotional abuse and neglect as a child up until last year had damaged me a lot more than I thought it did. And that CPTSD might be the reason why normal everyday activities were so difficult if not impossible for me, and maybe that was why MDMA helped so much. I feel so much better knowing it's not my fault, and that there is help for this sort of thing.
But of course, without having made the decision that I didn't want to be miserable anymore, that I wanted to get back into the world and bond with people, the MDMA would have never worked the way it did. On the other hand, without the MDMA I would be much more discouraged not having any recent example of true happiness to know it was even possible which would have made recovery much slower and more painful.
Do I need MDMA in my life to be happy? Every so often, yes. Do I need to be constantly high on MDMA to be happy? No, because the things I learn from it wear off long long after the drug does. For me, MDMA is more like my 'appetizer' for life and happiness. I do it every couple of weeks when a rave is in town and that's about it. But I know not to let it become the 'main course,' if you know what I mean. When it does, I'll know that's when I need to stop for a while.