I'm pretty sure I almost died from like .50- 1g, years ago. Had gone on a couple day binge and would get it free from my dealer as long as I was his middle man.

He handed me two huge capsules filled with Molly. Good Molly not methy Molly. I was so exhausted and fucked up already that i couldn't gauge how big they were.

I was wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans, and at one point I felt like i was pulsing with my heart beat. Sweat was literally pouring down my face and I was soaking through my clothes onto the couch. And then I felt a pressure in my chest/stomach and felt like I was about to faint. I just sunk to the floor, face first. As my heart sped up, I focused on breathing and slowing my heart down. Tried very hard to not freak out.

I literally thought I was going to die there, but luckily my dealer was an EMT (lol)

He told me to only focus on breathing and my grip on his hand as his girlfriend wiped my back and neck down with a wet washcloth. I knew my eyes were open but everything was starting to fade to black and I knew that this was not good. I could tell by how freaked out they were. They were literally on something half the time i knew them.

By the time I was "good" I was soaked through my shirt and jeans, my hair was wet from sweat and the couch had a damp spot from where i was sitting. It still sticks with me though. I'm pretty sure if we hadn't remained calm, I'd have had a heart attack or something.

Ironically it seems like mdma both almost killed me and saved my life. I so calm and focused on not dying because i was rolling.