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The Case for Using MDMA to Help Heal Victims of Trauma

By the time Sophie took MDMA for the first time at my mental health clinic, she was willing to try just about anything. Now in her late fifties, Sophie (not her real name) had struggled for most of her life with post-traumatic stress disorder, suffering from insomnia, hypervigilance, and flashbacks to the abuse she suffered as a child. Over the years, she’d learned to manage the worst of her symptoms with the help of psychotherapy and medications—tools that had helped her raise two kids and run a successful business as a CPA—but childhood memories still haunted her. They rose up without warning, terrorizing her senses. Some 30 years after she’d first sought treatment, she was growing desperate for relief, even if it meant enrolling in a clinical trial for a drug more often associated with Burning Man than mental health.

I too had grown desperate. For the better part of four decades, my colleagues in psychiatry and I have battled PTSD—along with depression, anxiety, and other chronic mental illnesses—with not enough to show for it. As a young doctor in the 1980s, the launch of Prozac had appeared to offer the promise of a grand new era in treating trauma. Brains, we were told, could be cured through the correction of biochemistry. But the promise of that era never seemed to materialize. Though some patients got better over time, many seemed to slip into a resigned monthly shuffle to and from the psychiatric office to refill or switch medications, many of which just didn’t seem to work, at least not for long. As someone who’d gone into the profession to help heal mental wounds, I often felt trapped in a dulling and dispiriting cycle. Despite increased effort, our profession’s worst outcome, suicide, continues to rise. In the 30 years since the pharmaceutical revolution began, psychiatry may be the only medical field to lose ground to its diseases.


Until MDMA, perhaps. Often lumped together with LSD, psilocybin, and other drugs currently enjoying a renaissance in mental health, MDMA is not in fact a true psychedelic, as it doesn’t distort perception or one’s sense of self. Rather, the compound releases a number of important neurotransmitters, such as oxytocin (the social-bonding hormone released during breastfeeding), which help decrease activity in the fear center of the brain, the amygdala, enhancing a feeling of empathy. This is one of the reasons why the drug is often associated with raves and festivals. In a clinical setting, alongside the presence of a therapist, the drug gives patients a sense of calm and openness that can be palliative. Whereas traditional medications like SSRIs and benzodiazepines work largely by suppressing symptoms, MDMA works more like traditional talk therapy, but with a boost, helping patients get at the traumas beneath symptoms. Bathed in the drug’s buoyant sense of safety, tormented patients like Sophie can begin the process of confronting and, hopefully, moving beyond the traumas that otherwise prey on them unheeded.

Sophie’s treatment was part of a major international study offering new proof of this hypothesis. Sponsored by the Multidisciplinary Association for Psychedelic Studies and conducted by 15 different sites, including mine, this study showed that just three treatment sessions with MDMA could lower a patient’s PTSD score from severe to mild. Prior findings like these prompted the FDA to award the drug “Breakthrough Therapy” designation in 2017. Results from the current Phase III study Sophie was a part of, published last week in Nature Medicine, suggest even more consistent and clinically meaningful results in treating severe PTSD. “MDMA-assisted therapy has the potential to dramatically change clinical practice in psychiatry,” my coauthors and I concluded. A recent study published in Psychopharmacology also reported that, beyond alleviating symptoms, MDMA may do what few other psychiatric treatments can: bolstering what they called “post-traumatic growth—a person’s sense of improved intrapersonal, social, and/or spiritual quality of life.” The medicine, in other words, appears to heal people.

To begin her treatment, I gave Sophie two capsules of MDMA, then helped her slip on eyeshades and headphones to encourage her to confront whatever images, associations, or emotions the medicine brought forth. Since the drug’s effects can be disorienting or intense, I stayed close by. Within about an hour, Sophie announced that she was in a cabin, the place where her father had first begun to beat her. She had been smiling on her bed, she said, when her alcoholic father suddenly blindsided her. The blow knocked her to the ground so hard that she lost bladder control and briefly blacked out. She’d replayed this scene hundreds of times, but where the images once felt overwhelming and chaotic, on the drug they now felt safe enough to explore. She described an odd sense of relief coming over her. Where raw terror once consumed her, she could now discuss this event with clarity and a depth of insight.

Not only was she finally able to revisit and process a traumatic memory, she was able to express grief for the 7-year-old girl in it, for the lifetime of torment she’d been given. Usually judgmental and despairing, Sophie’s descriptions of the memory were surprising, imbued with compassion for herself as well as her father. She talked about a fishing trip they’d taken together when she was young, and about how her father himself had been abused, things she’d never spoken about before. After nearly seven hours on the drug, the discussion moved away from abuse and toward a more clear-eyed reflection of her life’s journey. This wasn’t a typical med-check visit; this was indisputable progress. Reflecting on the session, Sophie said she was finally able to face and relive her abuse without fear, to digest it and come to a deeper understanding of how it changed her. She cried. She forgave her father. Then, most importantly, she forgave herself.

The profound experience seemed to have lasting effects. After her third and final treatment, Sophie’s PTSD score had gone from severe to nonexistent. “That event in the cabin does not bring me to tears anymore,” she recently told me. “I am now brought to tears by the loving things that have happened to me over the years.”

Not every experience with MDMA, of course, goes exactly like Sophie’s. Some patients have suffered so much trauma, whether from combat, a parent, or a spouse, that a few sessions with the medicine are simply not enough. We have to keep chipping away at the memories—both while on the drug and during more conventional psychotherapy—slowly building the self-compassion and acceptance necessary to digest trauma. Some patients scream when triggering images return to them. Others dance or sing as they embrace their life in a more positive perspective. No session is alike, and little of what goes on inside or outside the office adheres to anything like your conventional psychiatric practice. For one thing, the sessions themselves are much longer, eight hours or more for MDMA. The biggest challenges inside the study itself may be the placebo-controlled nature of the study (half of the folks get a sugar pill) and the need to taper almost all psychiatric medications from severely ill participants that may have been on them for a decade or two. Other odd effects of this new paradigm also arise: Where I once fielded phone calls from fellow psychiatrists asking about medication dosages and side effects, I now get inquiries about the best playlists or how to engage with someone when they’re deep inside a traumatic memory.

The only thing I can say with certainty about MDMA is that, for the first time in many years, my waiting room is no longer a revolving door of solemn faces; it’s alive with the possibilities of recovery. As a young medical student, one of the reasons I’d first been attracted to psychiatry was my belief that a psychiatrist and patient could together plumb the deepest reaches of the psyche and help heal it. I worked with patients to decode the memories, dreams, and reflections that flowed from their unconscious, and I appreciated talk therapy’s ability to transform. Then, seemingly overnight, psychopharmacology changed much of that. Tasked with repairing “chemical imbalances,” psychiatrists were forced to step away from the therapeutic partnership and toward the role of a detached expert fixing biochemistry. At times I felt like I was perpetuating a fraud, prescribing drugs that often didn’t work, for illnesses I struggled to treat.

When I sit down with a patient like Sophie, not only does my training and belief in talk therapy feel useful again, but I feel useful as a healer again. More than anything, working with MDMA has given me the chance to believe once again in the possibilities of recovery from trauma. Now when I sit down with someone, I feel less like a phony expert attempting to outsmart the brain’s chemistry and more like the patient’s equal, helping them explore their mind in new ways that change their understanding of who they are and make meaning of what they’ve experienced. I look forward to each day, just as I once did, to the mystery of the mind and how it might begin to heal itself.

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