catinthehat4
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 7, 2010
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What's up y'all, I haven't been on here in like 3 years. I'm sharing my story because I think it could help someone, maybe even save a life. This will be my last post and I'm never going to visit this site again. Thank you.
Why am I writing this? I found out someone I used to correspond with on this site and who also had a similar depression experience from an MDMA use (we had nearly identical situations) killed himself. It's so sad because I know he could've gotten better like I did. I don't want that to happen to anyone else.
So this whole thing started like 3 years ago. I went through depression for 1.5 years and it's been 1.5 years since I began to recover (approximately).
October 30, 2010: I took roughly 500mg of what I thought to be Molly. Was it molly? I think so. Was it 100% pure? Highly doubtful. I think it was cut with speed. Of course you should test your shit but this story is directed towards people who've already made the mistake of taking MDMA (which can be a wonderful drug) unsafely. I was one of those people.
I rolled hard, but nothing to the point where I could anticipate what was going to happen after. What happened was this: I essentially had a perpetual ecstasy comedown for the next 1.5 years. I'm not kidding. It was horrible. This incident triggered a depression that was nothing less than hellacious. It's not worth getting into all the details but to make a long story short I felt like I was losing my mind, I couldn't sleep, anxiety attacks, loss of joy, loss of cognitive function, and every day was a nightmare. Again, I'm not exaggerating.
Throughout this 1.5 years I didnt really see a (good) doctor. THIS WAS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE I MADE. There were a lot of people on this site telling me all sorts of nonsense (and some people giving my really good advice too). But basically I convinced myself that MDMA had totally ruined my brain and there was nothing that could be done. I was hopeless. I was convinced antidepressants couldnt help because I thought I'd totally destroyed my serotonin axons/downregulated them to the point of no return. I was convinced I needed electroshock therapy as my only hope.
Well, I ended up in a psych ward. I had poison in my closet and a suicide note written. I was going to kill myself. I was not going to make an attempt. I was going to do it. I was very scared. Well, before doing so, I said fuck it, and I told a psychologist I was suicidal and needed to be placed in a hospital. What had I to lose?
THIS WAS THE 2ND BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME. The hospital was so helpful. For the first time in 1.5 years people were listening to me and believed what I was saying. Once I was in the ward my parents finally realized how serious this was (they had some idea but unless you go through depression you can never know...) and they took my to one of the city's best psychiatrists.
IF YOU ARE EXPERIENCING DEPRESSION OF ANY KIND, RESULTING FROM MDMA OR OTHERWISE, YOU ARE EXPERIENCING AN ILLNESS. YOU NEED TO GO TO A QUALIFIED PROFESSIONAL. YOU NEED TO FIGURE OUT A WHY TO SEE ONE OF THE BEST PSYCHIATRISTS IN YOUR CITY. THIS WAS THE BEST THING I EVER DID.
Long story short: we came up with a gameplan. He put me on 900mg lithium, 750 mg buproprian and 40 mg Viibryd. This might sound intense to some, but like, I was going to kill myself. Taking some meds was a very, very, very small price to pay. And guess what? Over the past year to year and half I've tapered down. I'm not only on 250mg Buproprian and 40mg Viibryd. I'm confident I'll be able to taper off completely.
I FUCKING LOVE MY LIFE NOW AND I'M DOING SO, SO WELL. It sounds cheesy, but the experience made me so much better. I'm so much happier now and well-balanced. Also, my cognitive function is better than ever. Depression itself hinders cognitive function and that's what was happening. I didn't fuck up my brain from one heavy use of MDMA--I simply triggered depression.
BOTTOM LINE: YOU CAN GET BETTER AND YOU WILL. BUT PLEASE GET OFF THIS MESSAGE BOARD AND SEE A PROFESSIONAL.
Also: Big pharm isn't the best thing in the world but it's also not the worst. Be reasonable. The meds it provides help people if you have a good game plan about it. Theres nothing wrong with being on medication.
best and good luck.
Why am I writing this? I found out someone I used to correspond with on this site and who also had a similar depression experience from an MDMA use (we had nearly identical situations) killed himself. It's so sad because I know he could've gotten better like I did. I don't want that to happen to anyone else.
So this whole thing started like 3 years ago. I went through depression for 1.5 years and it's been 1.5 years since I began to recover (approximately).
October 30, 2010: I took roughly 500mg of what I thought to be Molly. Was it molly? I think so. Was it 100% pure? Highly doubtful. I think it was cut with speed. Of course you should test your shit but this story is directed towards people who've already made the mistake of taking MDMA (which can be a wonderful drug) unsafely. I was one of those people.
I rolled hard, but nothing to the point where I could anticipate what was going to happen after. What happened was this: I essentially had a perpetual ecstasy comedown for the next 1.5 years. I'm not kidding. It was horrible. This incident triggered a depression that was nothing less than hellacious. It's not worth getting into all the details but to make a long story short I felt like I was losing my mind, I couldn't sleep, anxiety attacks, loss of joy, loss of cognitive function, and every day was a nightmare. Again, I'm not exaggerating.
Throughout this 1.5 years I didnt really see a (good) doctor. THIS WAS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE I MADE. There were a lot of people on this site telling me all sorts of nonsense (and some people giving my really good advice too). But basically I convinced myself that MDMA had totally ruined my brain and there was nothing that could be done. I was hopeless. I was convinced antidepressants couldnt help because I thought I'd totally destroyed my serotonin axons/downregulated them to the point of no return. I was convinced I needed electroshock therapy as my only hope.
Well, I ended up in a psych ward. I had poison in my closet and a suicide note written. I was going to kill myself. I was not going to make an attempt. I was going to do it. I was very scared. Well, before doing so, I said fuck it, and I told a psychologist I was suicidal and needed to be placed in a hospital. What had I to lose?
THIS WAS THE 2ND BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME. The hospital was so helpful. For the first time in 1.5 years people were listening to me and believed what I was saying. Once I was in the ward my parents finally realized how serious this was (they had some idea but unless you go through depression you can never know...) and they took my to one of the city's best psychiatrists.
IF YOU ARE EXPERIENCING DEPRESSION OF ANY KIND, RESULTING FROM MDMA OR OTHERWISE, YOU ARE EXPERIENCING AN ILLNESS. YOU NEED TO GO TO A QUALIFIED PROFESSIONAL. YOU NEED TO FIGURE OUT A WHY TO SEE ONE OF THE BEST PSYCHIATRISTS IN YOUR CITY. THIS WAS THE BEST THING I EVER DID.
Long story short: we came up with a gameplan. He put me on 900mg lithium, 750 mg buproprian and 40 mg Viibryd. This might sound intense to some, but like, I was going to kill myself. Taking some meds was a very, very, very small price to pay. And guess what? Over the past year to year and half I've tapered down. I'm not only on 250mg Buproprian and 40mg Viibryd. I'm confident I'll be able to taper off completely.
I FUCKING LOVE MY LIFE NOW AND I'M DOING SO, SO WELL. It sounds cheesy, but the experience made me so much better. I'm so much happier now and well-balanced. Also, my cognitive function is better than ever. Depression itself hinders cognitive function and that's what was happening. I didn't fuck up my brain from one heavy use of MDMA--I simply triggered depression.
BOTTOM LINE: YOU CAN GET BETTER AND YOU WILL. BUT PLEASE GET OFF THIS MESSAGE BOARD AND SEE A PROFESSIONAL.
Also: Big pharm isn't the best thing in the world but it's also not the worst. Be reasonable. The meds it provides help people if you have a good game plan about it. Theres nothing wrong with being on medication.
best and good luck.
