Hey. I am/was an LTC-sufferer from Sweden. I have been silently reading (guess I'm not the only one) this thread since July. That's when I had a weekend of too much MDMA, amphetamines, weed and alcohol at a festivale.
It was my fourth time taking Molly and this time I decided to go hard, like some of my friends. My dosage the previous times have been around 110 mg - 150 mg but this time I did 200 mg + 100 mg an hour later.
It was too much for my body/brain to handle. I couldn't stand up, couldn't talk properly, my body temperature was really high, throwing up etc. On top of that I didn't drink any water. Don't ask me why but while peaking on Molly I smoked an entire joint which made me have a full blown psychedelic trip. The festivale site were transformed to a beach, to a war zone. And my friends were transformed to clowns and other crazy shit. I also had auditory hallucinations as I heard hundreds of people/voices singing Yellow Submarine by the Beatles. I think it safe to say I took too much MDMA.
The next day I was shaken by the experience but tried not to give it too much attention. And beeing the stereotypical youngster I followed the lead of my friends. The entire next day we did dextroamphetamine and alcohol (still having trouble processing how neurotoxic this must have been considering I had done too much Molly the night before). The last day of the festivale I drank lots of alcohol and smoked weed.
Coming home from the festivale I wasn't feeling to bad. Despite too much drugs and lack water, food and sleep. The next day though, that's then hell broke loose.
I had enormously anxiety, depressed like I had lost all my friends, derealisation, depersonalizemation, massive brain fog. In the following weeks I would develop some visual disturbances as well. I got after images, a visual field full of transparent dots and halos around objects. I have always been an anxious person and I have had panic attacks all my life so I could moderately handle these symptoms, but the DR/DP/Brain fog was to intense for me to handle.
The following three months I was suicidal. I had seen plenty of doctors but they were all telling me I was physically fine. I went from having loads of friends to hardly see anyone of them anymore.
I asked my doctor for benzodiazepines but since it's basically impossible getting it here in Sweden I was declined. Since I felt clinically suicidal I felt I had no choice but asking my former
dealer for some klonazepamt. This was seriously my life saver and made it possible for me to have a social life again.
That's when I noticed some small reliefs of my symptoms. I ordered some fish oil, magnesium, zinc and vitamins B, C, D. I also started eating five meals a day and doing some cardio. Little by little, symptoms started to get smaller and smaller.
By the fourth month my derealization and brain fog were basically gone. I also switched from klonazepam to diazepam.
Fast forwarding another two months. The depersonalization is almost gone, the anxiety is at the level as it was before this ordeal starting. I haven't taken a benzo for three weeks and my friends all say I'm more talkative and happier than ever. I'm still feeling tired pretty much all the time but I don't see this as a symptom of LTC. I just see it as a symptom of tiredness. I also have some bad after images left but I don't pay any attention to them anymore.
I have been feeling like this for the last three weeks so I'm not sure I dare to say it's a success story yet, but it's at least a positive story.
I think a long term comedown is when the drugs mess with your stress hormones. How long it will take to heal is probably completely individual.
One think I would like to add is the concept and the idealizing of the former self, as a lot of you measure your health by saying "I'm feeling like 60% of my former self". I can only speak for my self but pre this LTC I was a lazy, anxious, insecure and sometimes rude person and my mood and behavior wasn't constant, if you know what I mean. I am not 100% percent like my former self now but I'm happy and in the end that's all that matters. This ordeal has made me more thankful for my friends and family. As I said, I'm not 100% like
my former self. I am a happier and a better person now.
Just hoping the next three weeks will be as good as the last for me now. And I'm absolutely sure you'll be fine as well.
And oh, sorry if my English is poor.
Best of wishes!