Amber Capone had become afraid of her husband. The “laid-back, bigger thanshe’d married had become isolated, disconnected, and sad during his 13 years as a U.S. . Typically, he was gone 300 days a year, but Amber and their two . “Everyone was just . In 2013, Marcus retired from the military. But life as a civilian only made his depression, anger, headaches, anxiety, alcoholism, impulsivity, and violent dreams worse. Sometimes he’d get upset by noon and binge-drink for 12 hours.
Amber watched in horror as his cognitive functioning declined; Marcus was in his late 30s, but he would get lost driving his daughter to volleyball, and sometimes he couldn’t even recognize his friends. Psychologists had diagnosed him with posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD), depression, and anxiety, but antidepressants Ambien and Adderall didn’t help. Henationwide, which diagnosed him with postconcussive syndrome after a football childhood—then a career punctuated by grenades, explosives, rifles, and shoulder-fired rockets. But all they offered were more pills, none of which helped either. Marcus wasn’t the only one suffering in his tight-knit community of Navy SEALs and special-operations veterans. A close friend killed himself, and Amber knew her husband could be next. “I truly funeral,” Amber says.
There was one last option.
One of Marcus’ retired Navy SEAL friends, who had similarly struggled, hadto take ibogaine, a psychedelic drug illegal in the U.S. The ibogaine experience had been transformative for him, and he thought it might be the same for Marcus. “I thought it was crazy,” Marcus says. “How can you take another pill to solve all your problems?” But Amber begged him to try it, and Marcus gave in. On Veterans Day in 2017, Marcus checked into a treatment center in Mexico, popped an ibogaine pill, slipped on eyeshades and noise-canceling headphones, and went on his first-ever psychedelic trip.
After an hour or so, heand watched a movie of his life play out before his eyes. It lasted 12 hours, and it wasn’t very good at times. “Imagine some of the worst experiences of your life,” Marcus says. “You’re going to experience these again.” Life events flipped through his mind’s eye in rapid-fire. Other times, painful memories slowed to a crawl. Marcus saw himself conversing with his dead father, with buddies he’d , and with God. “You can’t hide from the medicine,” he says. “It’s just going to go down there and pull up any traumas, anything hiding in your subconscious that may be affecting you that you don’t even realize.”