molly897
Bluelighter
It has been a long, long, long, long, LONG, LONG road to get back to normal. I read about people randomly waking up one day and feeling better, but I never took it so literal.
I abused MDMA weekly for 5 months, and used coke for 8 months (I'm ADD, it made me feel "calm" per say). My last time rolling (aswell as binging on a bottle of Adderall) was May 20th. Four days later I had to go to the hospital for dehydration after not eating or drinking (barely). I was glued to my bed, couldn't breathe, had extreme body pain, muscle cramping, fever, threw up, couldn't eat, couldn't drink, I was not able to function in those four days. My skin turned yellow, I lost 10 pounds in water weight and I looked so ill. In these four days is when I developed horrible anxiety. Even smoking weed put me in a panic attack, just one hit.
When I got out of the hospital, my body rejuvinated itself looks-wise but I was still suffering from anxiety. I would wake up in the morning shaking and not be able to breathe. I'd feel empty in general like I was going to fall over any minute. I developed depression more so than I have ever experienced before. Suicide was the only thing on my mind in the last four months. I didn't go out because I couldn't stand anyone except myself and my boyfriend. I couldn't be around my own mother longer than 20 minutes without it ruining my day and me shutting out everyone completely, isolating myself and crying. I cut myself more than ever, I cried more than ever, I fought more than ever. I hated everything. I brought everyone down with me.
All I could think is how bad I fucked myself up from drugs, and how I'd never get back to feeling just "ok". And come July, TWO MONTHS LATER, I'm still feeling the same exact way, if not worse. Because now I've been diagnosed with FIVE MENTAL DISORDERS I never had before drugs. I knew it was a misdiagnosis, but that means abusing those drugs changed my personality and perception in a way that I was diagnosed with major depression, borderline personality, anxiey, panic, ADHD and OCD. The ADHD I always believed though because of the way uppers calmed me down.
After I got diagnosed anxiety, I developed a small benzo addiction and built a tolerance to 4-5 a day. When I was diagnosed ADHD (all the while still experiencing panic attacks, anxiety, depression, depersonalization etc), I began taking Adderall, something I didn't even need to be on. I took this on and off since June, and recently (a week and a half ago) stopped taking it for good. Ever since stopping it, I have felt the most normal I ever have. My normal self BEFORE any drugs. Sitting around doesn't put me in a panic frenzy, any free time I have isn't spent dwelling on negative things, songs don't sound the same (in a good way), I can actually watch TV and enjoy it.. and I can be around my mom again.
But the weird part was how I had stopped Adderall in the past, and had no effect like this. I had stopped weed, all drugs even, tried SSRIs, SNRIS, dopamine reuppers, stopped those, you name it. Nothing worked except time, which was the last thing I thought was real, but the number one thing that heals all. The last time I blew coke was very early August. I knew I'd have to give everything up and try to start fresh but I just never believed it. I know some would ask why am I not considering the coke for some of the things I experienced, and it could very well be, but after thorough research on what MDMA actually affects and my personal experience, I will forever hold MDMA responsible. The serotonin it depletes is responsible for ALOT, more so than the dopamine deficiency would affect me imo. The anxiety was responsible for 90% of what I was feeling, when that went away so did alot of my other bad feelings. I can let things go, I don't dwell.. I can UNDERSTAND, instead of arguing.
And I'm so grateful to have gone through all of this and made it out back to my normal self. I'm lucky, I risked my life many many times, and I don't know how I'm alive to this day with some of the shit I did. Now I just smoke weed. I used to smoke atleast an eighth to a quarter a day and now my boyfriend and I make an eighth last two days. Baby steps, but I'll be back to smoking a half track a week.
Drugs cost me my family, friends and I even dropped out of school cause of the repercussions of the abuse. Since I don't do them, I have the relationship with my boyfriend I did before we started using, I have new good friends, appreciation, and I got a really kick ass job on the top of the food chain
Thanks to those who read.. and I hope my story can give someone else the hope that I never held onto cause no one told me they made it out alright.
I abused MDMA weekly for 5 months, and used coke for 8 months (I'm ADD, it made me feel "calm" per say). My last time rolling (aswell as binging on a bottle of Adderall) was May 20th. Four days later I had to go to the hospital for dehydration after not eating or drinking (barely). I was glued to my bed, couldn't breathe, had extreme body pain, muscle cramping, fever, threw up, couldn't eat, couldn't drink, I was not able to function in those four days. My skin turned yellow, I lost 10 pounds in water weight and I looked so ill. In these four days is when I developed horrible anxiety. Even smoking weed put me in a panic attack, just one hit.
When I got out of the hospital, my body rejuvinated itself looks-wise but I was still suffering from anxiety. I would wake up in the morning shaking and not be able to breathe. I'd feel empty in general like I was going to fall over any minute. I developed depression more so than I have ever experienced before. Suicide was the only thing on my mind in the last four months. I didn't go out because I couldn't stand anyone except myself and my boyfriend. I couldn't be around my own mother longer than 20 minutes without it ruining my day and me shutting out everyone completely, isolating myself and crying. I cut myself more than ever, I cried more than ever, I fought more than ever. I hated everything. I brought everyone down with me.
All I could think is how bad I fucked myself up from drugs, and how I'd never get back to feeling just "ok". And come July, TWO MONTHS LATER, I'm still feeling the same exact way, if not worse. Because now I've been diagnosed with FIVE MENTAL DISORDERS I never had before drugs. I knew it was a misdiagnosis, but that means abusing those drugs changed my personality and perception in a way that I was diagnosed with major depression, borderline personality, anxiey, panic, ADHD and OCD. The ADHD I always believed though because of the way uppers calmed me down.
After I got diagnosed anxiety, I developed a small benzo addiction and built a tolerance to 4-5 a day. When I was diagnosed ADHD (all the while still experiencing panic attacks, anxiety, depression, depersonalization etc), I began taking Adderall, something I didn't even need to be on. I took this on and off since June, and recently (a week and a half ago) stopped taking it for good. Ever since stopping it, I have felt the most normal I ever have. My normal self BEFORE any drugs. Sitting around doesn't put me in a panic frenzy, any free time I have isn't spent dwelling on negative things, songs don't sound the same (in a good way), I can actually watch TV and enjoy it.. and I can be around my mom again.
But the weird part was how I had stopped Adderall in the past, and had no effect like this. I had stopped weed, all drugs even, tried SSRIs, SNRIS, dopamine reuppers, stopped those, you name it. Nothing worked except time, which was the last thing I thought was real, but the number one thing that heals all. The last time I blew coke was very early August. I knew I'd have to give everything up and try to start fresh but I just never believed it. I know some would ask why am I not considering the coke for some of the things I experienced, and it could very well be, but after thorough research on what MDMA actually affects and my personal experience, I will forever hold MDMA responsible. The serotonin it depletes is responsible for ALOT, more so than the dopamine deficiency would affect me imo. The anxiety was responsible for 90% of what I was feeling, when that went away so did alot of my other bad feelings. I can let things go, I don't dwell.. I can UNDERSTAND, instead of arguing.
And I'm so grateful to have gone through all of this and made it out back to my normal self. I'm lucky, I risked my life many many times, and I don't know how I'm alive to this day with some of the shit I did. Now I just smoke weed. I used to smoke atleast an eighth to a quarter a day and now my boyfriend and I make an eighth last two days. Baby steps, but I'll be back to smoking a half track a week.
Drugs cost me my family, friends and I even dropped out of school cause of the repercussions of the abuse. Since I don't do them, I have the relationship with my boyfriend I did before we started using, I have new good friends, appreciation, and I got a really kick ass job on the top of the food chain

Thanks to those who read.. and I hope my story can give someone else the hope that I never held onto cause no one told me they made it out alright.
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