How a dissociative cured a guy's chronic depression
“Have you thought about ketamine?” My friend asked me as we engaged in profound discourse in her couch.
“Oh, FUCK no,” I replied, flashing back to my days in the Syracuse University freshmen dorms watching friends sob, rock back and forth, and generally look as put-together as drifters pushing shopping carts full of mannequins.
“My best friend runs a clinic in Austin. Her husband’s the doctor. It just opened. I hear incredible things about it, and it might just give you the results and relief you’re looking for.”
Life feels so impossibly good right now. Colors are brighter. People are kinder. Thoughts are clearer. Feelings are warmer and fuzzier. It almost feels like cheating… almost. And then I remember just how hard I worked to get here. Something I’ve fought for. Something I’ve only dreamed about. I earned this.