Somedud, also known as Tyller Pittman, was a friend of mine.
I never met him, but we spoke on the phone on several occasions.
These were international calls as he lived in Canada and I the U.S.
I can tell you that he was a very strong willed and determined person, but he worked to convince himself that it wasn't brain damage that lingered.
He wanted to believe it was a type of emotional/psychological damage caused by a bad breakup and a beating he received one night.
He leaned heavily towards PTSD as the self diagnosis.
I remember each time we spoke thinking that 'this guy talks WAY too fast'.
He rambled some, but his speech was mostly coherent. Definitely rushed, obviously so.
I pointed this out to him a few times and he defended it as the way he always was, 'you can ask any friends or family....' and on and on.
I could tell he was in a lot of pain, to the extent that he was willing to try lots of different things to find a cure.
His greatest mistake was rolling again around 9 months into his recovery.
He described it as ok, but nowhere near what it should have been. His friends were rolling HARD and he just felt a little lifted.
He had hoped that rolling could somehow 'cure' him of his predicament.
I told him it was such a big mistake and not to do it again.
Rolling again was something to consider FAR in the future, after many years of re-wiring the brain.
He didn't feel right after doing this, to such an extent that about 4 months later he tried an anti-depressant.
Lexapro, a rather strong new SSRI, was prescribed to him.
In the first 2 weeks he LOVED it.
He started eating healthy and exercising.
He described a big rebound in libido, something both of us had lost much of.
But within 4-5 weeks he no longer liked its effects.
Something wasn't right, and he discontinued.
Not a surprise to me, as the serotonin transmission to the PFC must be successful for the down-stream effects to take place.
I begged him not to try the SSRIs and was relieved when he stopped.
But I fear this was his greatest mistake.
For months after this he would describe to me that working, speaking, and basic functions were harder than before.
He was disconnected going into SSRI treatment, but now his disconnection was dramatically worse.
At some point between the MDMA and the Lexapro, I know he experimented with methoxetamine.
It is a synthetic compound similar to ketamine, which had shown promising results in rapid relief of severe depression.
He described the MXE as 'cleansing' the mind afterwards, like a newborn.
I tried to stop his experimentation on each drug, but the MXE I was curious about.
I knew that he had also done cocaine at one time, and I have always wondered is this was led to his death.
In his fragile state, an addiction to such a powerful dopamine stimulant could indeed lead to stroke.
I wish I knew his actual cause of death and I would appreciate any information.
I reached out to his mother through email once but never received a reply.
I have chosen not to call any of the 3 phone numbers I had for him out of respect and my own ongoing recovery.
Frankly I still wonder will I one day join Tyller, the victim of a 'recovery' process that is just to hard to endure.
I have had symptoms of stroke on and off, neurological symptoms that frighten me, and physical pain in my chest including palpitations.
I have had my hearing suddenly fade out in one ear only to return moments later, accompanied by an impending sense of doom.
Recovery from MDMA induced brain damage can be a very difficult and scary process.
The continued use of ANY drugs may increase the risks associated with the brain re-wiring itself.
Alcohol was another bad choice that Tyller made.
I know in my heart that Tyller was doing these things believe that he might fix himself.
He was not an addict or out of control, but instead a wise soul that was being tormented every moment of every day.
He researched and tried other supplements such as animal hypothalamus substance....
He looked up to me constantly for my ability to analyze and describe the unknown.
He tried so very hard to cure himself.
I knew something was wrong when I spoke to him on the phone.
Enough time had passed by that point that I was setting down my research and getting on with my life.
I had accepted that it was brain damage and firmly believed I knew the basics of my own neurological fate.
Tyller was 3 months ahead of me time-wise and I was surprised to hear him just as wired and rapid firing as I had been in the early stages.
It was as if he hadn't accomplished some of the neuronal progress that I had. That some of the wiring had not been done.
He was trapped, and it seemed that way when we lost contact around a year and a half into his recovery.
When I later found out on BL that he died, I cried and mourned his loss.
But I have always wanted to tell his poor mother than Tyller was such a strong man to endure what he did that she should not be so sad.
What he and I, and others, have had to experience as a result of MDMA brain-damage is impossible to describe.
The suffering can be so immense, so complete, that the soul itself is destroyed. And must be rebuilt.
If you can't rebuild it, then you should not have to go on living an empty life.
While saddened, I knew intrinsically that Tyller might have needed to die.
He paid his dues, and now he no longer suffers.
If there is a heaven or afterlife, I know Tyller was given entry due to immense personal sacrifice.
He gave more than those around him know, just to continue fighting.
If anyone has more information on him, please contact me and let me know. You are missed old friend.
FBC
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