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The Unexpected Beauty of My One MDMA Experience
I grew up pretty straight-laced. The idea of taking illegal or dangerous drugs never appealed to me. I was disgusted by even the idea of it. I had been convinced that only a low-life with no future worth living would use “drugs”.
Of course, I still drank alcohol. It was socially acceptable! I never thought twice about it, though now I know alcohol may be the most harmful drug of all.
I had never seriously considered trying MDMA (3,4-Methylenedioxy-methamphetamine) until one of my friends asked me to join her in her first experience with the drug. She told me she had a friend who took MDMA a couple times a year and who knew how to do it “safely”.
I was skeptical. The idea of taking MDMA safely seemed like an oxymoron.
However, when she summarized his technique to me, it sounded like this guy had the process down to a science. This comforted me, especially my concern about things going dangerously sideways.
So, I said “yes”. I was nervous, but because we were doing it in a familiar house with someone who understood the ins and outs of the drug — a shaman of sorts — the risk seemed acceptable. It felt more like an experiment than anything else.
Thankfully, it was a positive experience, and one that would change my life forever.
