Long but worth the read if you want honesty from someone who has been there.
A little background for you:
First I'm 34, White, Male, Married (13 years), A Veteran, A Father, College Educated and consider myself an "outside of the box" type of thinker.
I first tried ecstasy in 2000. I took 1 pill (I think it had a Mitsubishi logo on it) and couldn't believe I could feel so "good" and for so long. Everything had a friendly "glow" to it and any tacticle senstation was simply amazing. I wasn't "tripping" as I am more than familiar with LSD as I had experimented with it, and pot, a long time ago. I wished I had found MDMA years ago. I thought I found my new best friend...
Flash forward to the winter of 2005... I was rolling every weekend at this point, sometimes on Wednesdays "to take the edge off of the week". I was taking between 3 and 10 pills over the course of the weekend, every weekend, for nearly four years. My experiences were lasting shorter and shorter, which is why I had to up my dosage regularaly.
I knew it was time to take a break. My body was starting to break down on me. I couldn't sleep, I didn't want to eat in fact I didn't want to do anything but roll.
I quit cold turkey, but the years of abuse wheren't about to clear up overnight. In fact four months later, when I continued to spiral down (I tried to stay positive and avoid situations that would remind me of the "good times"). Now when I say spiral down let me paint you a picture of what I mean...
--Imagine an existence where there is no happiness, no solitude and paranoia that was so bad I couldn't funtion any longer at my job. It got so bad one night I vaguely remember jumping up an down on my bed (yep - I'm a grown man mind you...), at 2:00 in the morning yelling at my wife calling her a cheating whore. She woke up to this. And why you ask, I was looking at porn on the web and notice the women looked almost exactly like my wife.--
We both agreed that I needed professional help to get through this so I went to meet with a therapist. My thoughts were so jumbled, I hadn't really slept in months, I was weighing about 165lbs (I'm 6'2"), I was completely paranoid about everything and, my perception at the time, was that I couldn't trust anyone. Including my therapist.
I stayed with this therapist (no prescriptions yet) for about two months, to no avail until one special night that I will consider my rock bottom. I couldn't stand the "suffering" anymore and decided to pick up a bottle of Scotch and tried to drink myself to death (it was a half gallon). Nope, that didn't kill me. But I almost killed my wife. Apparently in my drunken stupor I kicked my wife in the ass and sent her flying down stairs (could have killed her) while shouting obscenitites (within hearing range of my precious son). I know - what an asshole I had become. If you knew me personally you would think I was lying to you about all of this. I thought she was lying about it when she, and my parents whom she called, hysterically, in the middle of the night to come down and help (from a different state - they drove 4 hours). So, when I came to, the evening of the next day we all decided I needed more help.
That's when I had myself commited for observation. During my wonderful stay, at a state hospital, with some seriously demented individuals I told myself I could get through this. I met with a new therapist and we decided that medication was worth a shot here. I was prescribed some very powerful anti-psycotics (to basically treat symptoms of schizophrenia) and some anti-depressents which I am still on to this day. I was able to cut the anti-psycotics out of my life, about two months ago, and am very happy about that.
Life is still a battle for me. I still feel paranoid most of the time and regret alot of decisions I made while "feeling good" on ecstasy. I have a hard time concentrating unless I am REALLY interested in the topic. My thoughts are scattered and I lose track of appointments and time in general. To cope with the new me, I now have to write everything down so I won't be late to important engagements. I can't even go grocery shopping without a list anymore... I know depressing isn't it.
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Okay, now here's the good news. I am alive, I have a wonderful and supportive wife and a child that doesn't recall any of my past verbal abuse towards him or my wife / his mother. I have a generally optimistic outlook on life again (thank you anti-depressents) and am slowly putting my life back together again.
If you have read this post, entirely, than you either have to much time on your hands or you are looking for help.
My id / handle / username is GrabHold. I chose that name because if it weren't for people that threw me a life line when I needed it the most I probably would not be here to write this today. So I am returning the favor to anyone that can use my wisdom and needs support to quit!
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Life really is like a box of chocolates - eat one and you're probably going to be okay - eat the whole box and you have a problem. Admitting that there is a problem is the first step in solving a problem.
Thank you for reading. I wish you all the best. Just remember, sampling the chocolates, occasionally, is okay in my book. Just don't eat all of them every chance you get.
A little background for you:
First I'm 34, White, Male, Married (13 years), A Veteran, A Father, College Educated and consider myself an "outside of the box" type of thinker.
I first tried ecstasy in 2000. I took 1 pill (I think it had a Mitsubishi logo on it) and couldn't believe I could feel so "good" and for so long. Everything had a friendly "glow" to it and any tacticle senstation was simply amazing. I wasn't "tripping" as I am more than familiar with LSD as I had experimented with it, and pot, a long time ago. I wished I had found MDMA years ago. I thought I found my new best friend...
Flash forward to the winter of 2005... I was rolling every weekend at this point, sometimes on Wednesdays "to take the edge off of the week". I was taking between 3 and 10 pills over the course of the weekend, every weekend, for nearly four years. My experiences were lasting shorter and shorter, which is why I had to up my dosage regularaly.
I knew it was time to take a break. My body was starting to break down on me. I couldn't sleep, I didn't want to eat in fact I didn't want to do anything but roll.
I quit cold turkey, but the years of abuse wheren't about to clear up overnight. In fact four months later, when I continued to spiral down (I tried to stay positive and avoid situations that would remind me of the "good times"). Now when I say spiral down let me paint you a picture of what I mean...
--Imagine an existence where there is no happiness, no solitude and paranoia that was so bad I couldn't funtion any longer at my job. It got so bad one night I vaguely remember jumping up an down on my bed (yep - I'm a grown man mind you...), at 2:00 in the morning yelling at my wife calling her a cheating whore. She woke up to this. And why you ask, I was looking at porn on the web and notice the women looked almost exactly like my wife.--
We both agreed that I needed professional help to get through this so I went to meet with a therapist. My thoughts were so jumbled, I hadn't really slept in months, I was weighing about 165lbs (I'm 6'2"), I was completely paranoid about everything and, my perception at the time, was that I couldn't trust anyone. Including my therapist.
I stayed with this therapist (no prescriptions yet) for about two months, to no avail until one special night that I will consider my rock bottom. I couldn't stand the "suffering" anymore and decided to pick up a bottle of Scotch and tried to drink myself to death (it was a half gallon). Nope, that didn't kill me. But I almost killed my wife. Apparently in my drunken stupor I kicked my wife in the ass and sent her flying down stairs (could have killed her) while shouting obscenitites (within hearing range of my precious son). I know - what an asshole I had become. If you knew me personally you would think I was lying to you about all of this. I thought she was lying about it when she, and my parents whom she called, hysterically, in the middle of the night to come down and help (from a different state - they drove 4 hours). So, when I came to, the evening of the next day we all decided I needed more help.
That's when I had myself commited for observation. During my wonderful stay, at a state hospital, with some seriously demented individuals I told myself I could get through this. I met with a new therapist and we decided that medication was worth a shot here. I was prescribed some very powerful anti-psycotics (to basically treat symptoms of schizophrenia) and some anti-depressents which I am still on to this day. I was able to cut the anti-psycotics out of my life, about two months ago, and am very happy about that.
Life is still a battle for me. I still feel paranoid most of the time and regret alot of decisions I made while "feeling good" on ecstasy. I have a hard time concentrating unless I am REALLY interested in the topic. My thoughts are scattered and I lose track of appointments and time in general. To cope with the new me, I now have to write everything down so I won't be late to important engagements. I can't even go grocery shopping without a list anymore... I know depressing isn't it.
------
Okay, now here's the good news. I am alive, I have a wonderful and supportive wife and a child that doesn't recall any of my past verbal abuse towards him or my wife / his mother. I have a generally optimistic outlook on life again (thank you anti-depressents) and am slowly putting my life back together again.
If you have read this post, entirely, than you either have to much time on your hands or you are looking for help.
My id / handle / username is GrabHold. I chose that name because if it weren't for people that threw me a life line when I needed it the most I probably would not be here to write this today. So I am returning the favor to anyone that can use my wisdom and needs support to quit!
-----
Life really is like a box of chocolates - eat one and you're probably going to be okay - eat the whole box and you have a problem. Admitting that there is a problem is the first step in solving a problem.
Thank you for reading. I wish you all the best. Just remember, sampling the chocolates, occasionally, is okay in my book. Just don't eat all of them every chance you get.