You mean, ecstacy and agony
Jezebel has a great blog on this today (check the comments.) It’s a complicated issue. I have PTSD (who the hell doesn’t?) from a combo of horrible events, but I haven’t taken drugs since the early 90s. In fact, what got me to stop them was one particularly suicidal comedown on x that involved three of us - all gone home - in the same boat. It just wasn’t worth it. I’m all for better treatments of PTSD - I’ve done the usual therapy + meds with pretty good results, as long as I keep it all up and exercise, eat right, sleep, etc. as well - but that doesn’t cure “it” .. it just keeps “it” at bay. I wish I could feel those great, warm, peace+love and “all is okay” feelings that I felt way-back-when on x, but those comedowns are something that I don’t think antidepressants can even help.
