I’m in my early forties. I have bipolar disorder bad enough that I’ve seen the inside of a locked psychiatric unit more than once. (I’m also an ex-FAANG staff engineer with multiple degrees and have helped make things worth many billions of dollars if you need a second label to offset the first).

If mdma hadn’t helped me connect with people and get over my social anxiety, I would have killed myself by now and you simply would not be reading these words.

I am more aware of the costs of drug misuse than 99.98% of the people reading this but, still, I don’t think I’d be alive today without first fixing the problem of being so terribly unable to talk to people.