Category: Depression

Articles about Depression by Lori Calabrese, MD | The Ketamine Blog

The World Health Organization asserts that depression causes more disability worldwide than any other illness. In addition to standing alone as a disabling disorder, it also worsens other illnesses from diabetes, liver disease, heart disease, and brain injuries. We present these articles about depression to show the many ways this disorder is expressed, ways to treat it, and to dispel stigma caused by lack of information.

Causes

Depression and stress create a self-defeating cycle. Prolonged stress prunes the synapses, the dendrites attached to them, and the dendritic spines, reducing the network necessary for optimal signaling in the brain. Consequently, thinking slows and outlook darkens. In addition, creativity all but disappears. Depression follows this process, imposing yet more stress on the these all-important signaling structures.

Other structures in the brain enter the process. These structures in turn malfunction and make the symptoms worse. The lateral habenula, the amygdala, the thalamus, and the hippocampus each play a role in depression. By the same token, depression impacts them, too.

Treatment

Only about a third of people who suffer with depression find relief with traditional antidepressants. These medicines increase neurotransmitters in the brain and eventually increase neuron growth. But the actions of these medicines delay the process and these patients improve slowly. Sometimes, if the first trial with a medication doesn’t help, a different one or combination can help another one third or so of those who didn’t feel better after the first trial. Unfortunately, 33% of people suffering from depression find no relief from these medications. Until recently, they were left with little or no hope of relief for the rest of their lives.

Benefits of Ketamine Treatment

However, ketamine treatment is a novel and advanced treatment that has changed the prognosis for those treatment-resistant patients. Ketamine switches the mRNA to “On” which turns on the DNA to turboboost the brain-derived-neurotrophic-factor (BDNF) that proliferates neuronal growth along with synapses, dendrites, and dendritic spines which play such a vital role in improving signaling throughout the brain.

Another benefit of ketamine is how rapidly it causes the G proteins to slide off the lipid rafts in the cell membrane. This allows them to get back to work enhancing signals. It also causes the cell bursting in the lateral habenula to be dampened. Another process that allows you to experience a sense of reward – and feel better – when something good happens. Basically, ketamine treatment goes to work to help you feel better fast.

Then you enjoy clearer thinking and more creativity. Also a rewarding and upbeat outlook filled with light and joy. Add to that the improved initiative, increased motivation, and hope that makes life worth living again. This remarkable outcome occurs in 65-70% of treatment-resistant patients in general, and much more than that when the treatment is highly personalized. And the results are rapid and robust. Extraordinary.

As you read these articles about depression, keep in mind that there is always hope. Researchers continue to work to find more aspects ketamine’s effects on the brain that can impact the outcome.

  • Is Your Teen Withdrawn, Listless, Depressed? Try IV Ketamine Now

    Is Your Teen Withdrawn, Listless, Depressed? Try IV Ketamine Now

    If your teen is withdrawn, listless, and depressed, IV ketamine can help

    Cherie knocked on her son Will’s door. “May I come in?”  There was a brief silence, then “Sure.”  She entered and found Will curled up in his bean bag chair — in the dark — with his back to the door. “How’re you doin’ honey? It’s about time you got ready for school, don’t you think?”  Will responded, “I’m not going.” Cherie sighed. Here we go again, she thought. “Honey, you really have to go to school. I can tell you’re feeling awful, and I wish I knew how to help. But you have to go.” Will didn’t move. The weight of darkness on his chest was suffocating, and he couldn’t face doing anything beyond lying here, hanging on. Her teen was withdrawn, listless, depressed. “I can’t Mom. I just can’t.” After struggling with him another half hour, she left to get ready for work.

    Her son was shut down, not moving.

    Once she was dressed for the day ahead, she came back in his room. He hadn’t moved. She didn’t understand what was going on with him, but she instinctively knew it wasn’t rebellion. She could see he was in some sort of pain… she just didn’t know how to help.

    “OK, I need to leave for work. Spend today psyching yourself up to go tomorrow. We have to find a way to get through this, whatever it is that’s going on.”

    When Cherie got home from work, she went upstairs to check on Will.  At this point, he was was lying in his bed, his eyes closed, the blinds darkening the room.

    Cherie opened the blinds and light streamed in.

    Will covered his head with his pillow.

    IF your teen is withdrawn, listless, and depressed, ketamine treatment can end the depression.

    “Mom, what are you doing?”

    “Will, have you been here all day?  Did you eat?”

    “No.”

    Cherie was exasperated. She felt like she was pushing a boulder uphill. Overwhelmed, she walked out of the room before she said something she regretted. She loved her son, and could see how he struggled, but the law said he had to attend school. What do you do when your teen is withdrawn, listless, and depressed? She felt so helpless.

    Her own life was stressful enough, with a project at work that required all her wits to complete, and Will refusing to go to school felt like the straw that broke the camel’s back.

    After changing clothes, she started dinner in the kitchen. Once everything was ready, she called Will.  

    Silence.

    After two more calls for him to come to the table, she climbed the stairs to confront him. He was in the dark, in his bed. 

    A depressed, listless, withdrawn teen can get relief from ketamine treatment.

    Silence.

    “Will, what are you doing? You need to eat something.”

    “I’m not hungry, Mom. I don’t feel like doing anything. Please just let me be by myself.”

    Cherie was becoming alarmed. She called her sister…she needed someone to talk to. This had been going on for weeks, and if anything, Will seemed to be getting worse. She wanted to force him, but he was 14 and not that easy to force. 

    Also, some part of herself questioned whether he could actually help this. His behavior may have looked like rebellion, but somehow she didn’t think it was. So what was it? What was going on? His room smelled bad — clearly he hadn’t showered recently. (She couldn’t remember when he last had a shower.) His hair was oily. He was just so out of it.

    She called her sister, who also had a teenager. Two, in fact. 

    Cherie described Will’s behavior, his shut-down demeanor, his withdrawal… and the helplessness she felt. Reecie empathized.

    How to help a teen who is withdrawn, listless, and depressed? Ketamine treatment.

    “Adolescence is so hard, Cherie. I’m so sorry you and Will are going through this. Of my two kids, only Maddie has struggled like this. I finally took her to see a psychiatrist. Her diagnosis was major depressive disorder. They say it can run in families, so maybe it’s no surprise that he has it, too.

    “You can get pretty desperate when your teen is withdrawn, listless, and depressed…even showing signs of phobias… you just feel so helpless.”

    “Reecie, what did you do? Did anything help?” 

    “I’ll be honest with you, Cherie. It was a tough time for awhile to find something that would help. She tried two difference prescriptions, which took months to try out, and neither made any difference. Didn’t help her at all. Meanwhile, her school work was suffering. I finally had to withdraw her from school. I homeschooled her to try to help her keep up so she would graduate on time.

    “Then, I read about IV ketamine treatment. It’s become more and more widely used in the last 8-10 years, and is apparently extremely effective with most people. Not everyone, of course. No medicine is effective for everyone.

    “But in Maddie’s case, it really brought her back to life. We re-enrolled her in school and she’s been doing very well ever since. That was 18 months ago and she seems happy, well-adjusted, and full of hope. She sparkles with joy like she used to before this happened.

    “I don’t know about Will, but social anxiety became a huge problem for Maddie while she was depressed. She just wanted to stay in her room. But ketamine treatment resolved that, too. She has friends now, and is active in a few clubs at school. It’s amazing..!”

    IV ketamine treatment

    Cherie got online and searched IV ketamine treatment for depression. She didn’t know if depression was Will’s problem, but his demeanor seemed similar to what Reecie had described in Maddie. So it was a place to start.

    She read several articles about ketamine treatment for depression. She could see this was a prominent and cutting edge treatment, and she found a psychiatry practice with a leader in the field, so she called for an appointment.

    A couple days later, Cherie called in to work, and drove Will to the appointment. After taking a thorough history, the doctor confirmed major depressive disorder and recommended IV ketamine treatment.

    She explained that 6 infusions was the standard minimum for depression, but that it could take more than that. Everyone was different, and they would gauge it by his response.

    They agreed to start his treament the very same day, after careful preparation for what to expect, and a wonderful app to accompany treatment that the doctor curated and provided with recordings, readings, check ins, and rating scales for this that no one else seemed to ask about—not just symptoms but flourishing, not just negative thoughts but self-compassion.

    It was pretty incredible.

    They set appointments about twice a week over the next few weeks.

    Ketamine treatment can relieve depression and withdrawal.

    While he didn’t feel much different after the first few infusions, he wondered if it was his imagination that he possibly felt the slightest bit of lightness after the third. After the fourth, he found himself taking a shower and dressing in fresh clothes… then making his bed. Cherie noticed all this, but didn’t say a word.

    With each subsequent infusion, he became more cheerful, more talkative. His withdrawal seemed to be subsiding.

    After the 7th infusion, Will told his mom he wanted to go to school the next day. They requested a note from the doctor before they left and decided to eat out and celebrate that he was feeling so much better.

    Words can’t express the relief Cherie felt for Will. 

    Will started back to school and relished seeing his friends. He met with his teachers to work out a plan to make up the school work he’d missed. What’s more, he embraced the work with enthusiasm and caught up as quickly as he could. 

    He was on a roll. 

    But, after weeks of makeup work, Will was feeling worn out.  He didn’t want to do anything but play video games…and he was worried the depression was coming back.

    Cherie called the doctor and described Will’s behavior and outlook. 

    The doctor explained that stress can cause depression symptoms, and Will’s diving into school and makeup work so quickly might have been too much too soon. She recommended a booster infusion to get him functioning again.

    IV ketamine treatment can relieve symptoms of depression.

    As it happened, that seemed to be just what he needed. The booster restored his hope and mental/emotional energy…he was back on track. Her teen who had been withdrawn, listless, and depressed was once again hopeful, enjoying life, and laughing with friends.

    It was good to know that a booster could help so much.

    Cherie was glad that Will’s makeup work was completed, because she wanted to help him avoid too much stress for awhile… to give him time to become established in his healthier, happier outlook.

    She encouraged him to walk often, either with her or with friends. She encouraged him to invite friends over and just laugh together.

    Will kept getting better and better over the weeks that followed, and seemed eager to shower… and clean himself up for a girl he’d met at school. He also joined the debate team, and traveled to out-of-town meets which took the team to the state competition. 

    Will won a 2nd place trophy, and came home beaming.

    Raising a human was challenging, that was for sure! But Cherie was flooded with relief to see her son engaging in life again and enjoying the rewards. 

    Treatment-Resistant Depression in Teens

    Ketamine treatment can bring back your joy, and hope.

    Do you have a teen who resembles Will or Maddie? Is your family suffering with a child who can’t seem to cope with life any longer?

    There’s hope through IV ketamine treatment.

    If you have a teen suffering withdrawal, sadness, and no motivation… and nothing is helping, call us.

    This can be a deeply troubling experience for both parent and child, but there is hope for recovery. 

    See what IV ketamine treatment can do for your child… and for your family.

    Lori Calabrese, M.D. is on the front end of the race to stop PTSD in its tracks using IV ketamine treatment.

    To the restoration of your best self,

  • The Ketogenic Diet Turbo Scrubs Trauma, Depression, and Anxiety

    The Ketogenic Diet Turbo Scrubs Trauma, Depression, and Anxiety

    Amanda screamed in pain, trembling… unable to move. The pain in her right leg was indescribable, more than she could bear. It seemed to spread to all of herself. Jillian had cantered by on her horse, but realized Amanda was no longer beside her, and turned around to find her. Then, she saw her on the ground, her right leg sprawled unnaturally over a rock. The horse she’d been riding was galloping in the distance toward the barn. As she got closer, she realized she could see bone and blood poking through Amanda’s jeans. Jillian pulled her cell phone from her pocket and called for help, then tethered her horse to a tree branch and rushed to Amanda. Removing her jacket, she folded it and tucked it underneath Amanda’s head. Amanda continued to cry out. What could be done to scrub this trauma, depression, and anxiety and give comfort to Amanda??

    Life flight helicopter rushes Amanda to trauma center.

    Trying to soothe her, Jillian held her hand, stroked her arm, and encouraged her to lie as still as she could. Within 15 minutes, they heard a siren, followed by an ambulance that worked its way along the bridal path then came to a stop. Paramedics rushed to Amanda to stabilize her leg, and started IV fluids. Then the sound of rotors as a Life Flight helicopter descended and landed nearby.

    Before long, Amanda was secured in the helicopter and transported to the nearest trauma center. Once inside, she was whisked to surgery and put to sleep. 

    The next thing she knew, she was groggily waking up and she saw there was a cast on her leg that started at her waist. A nurse told her that her femur had been broken in two places, but it had been set surgically, and after some months of recovery to allow the bone to mend, she would be as good as new.

    Whoa. What a lot to take in.

    A day that began with a leisurely ride on her horse, with her friend, had deteriorated into a shocking crisis, and a major disruption of her life. After a few days in the hospital, she was transported to her parents’ home where a hospital bed waited for her.

    This was going to involve months of laying on her back, using bedpans, and no freedom. How was she going to live like this?  What a nightmare! She was stunned at it all, and wished something could scrub away the trauma, depression, and anxiety that suffocated her. She picked up her cell phone and called her boss, explaining what had happened and that she would need a leave of absence… if that was possible.

    The doctor said she could be laid up for 5 or 6 months….

    The first couple of weeks there was the novelty of it all. Being fed on her back, waited on hand and foot by her mom, friends stopping by for visits. But then the novelty wore off, and it was the day in day out of sameness. Boredom. Worries.

    Laying in bed, unable to walk out of the house, made Amanda feel helpless and depressed.

    Amanda found herself dreaming of hopping in her car and taking off to meet friends for shopping, dining, or drinks, or a Saturday morning horse ride. She missed getting up, showering, dressing, and driving in rush hour to work. The energy in all that, the sense of anticipation and accomplishment. She missed it. Badly.

    By the beginning of the third month, the walls felt like they were closing in on her. She felt so alone and isolated — even though her mom was there during the day, and both parents were there at night. She should feel lucky, right? Her thoughts drifted to a darker place, and even the lightbulbs seemed dimmer.. gloomier. It was as though her perception of her surroundings was filtered through her dark thoughts. (She was ashamed of the isolation she felt, because she knew what a sacrifice this was for her mom who tirelessly cared for even her most basic human needs.) But she couldn’t seem to help it.

    But her mom’s presence just wasn’t somehow enough.

    She just lay there. 

    Dull. Without stimulation or hope. A listlessness invaded her mind and body. Hopelessness. 

    Helplessness.

    She craved sunshine, fresh air, activity, busy-ness. Excitement.

    Oh how she wished for something to scrub away this trauma, depression, and anxiety. It was awful.

    Amanda felt like the room was as dark as her despair.

    But in that room it was as though the sky was overcast, dark, the air heavy with dread.

    And the room had shrunk to a postage stamp in the last two months. Sometimes, she felt a rising dread, nervousness she couldn’t explain, sometimes she even felt panicky.

    Tears ran from her eyes onto the pillow.

    In the fourth month, she was transported to the hospital to modify her cast and check progress. Her orthopedic surgeon said the bone was mending nicely. Her cast was reapplied so that it only came up to her hip and she could now sit.

    Though there was some relief in that, she didn’t care. She was resigned to her isolation and helplessness.

    Her surgeon could see she was emotionally flat. It oozed out of every pore.

    “How are you coping with all this, Amanda?”

    “Fine.”

    He could see this wasn’t true.

    “You know, being in a body cast is pretty hard on some people. Few of us are prepared for the sudden cessation of the life we’ve come to know. The lack of activity, social life, independence. It gets to people. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re an independent and capable young woman who has lost your independence. And even though it’s temporary, it can still take a toll.

    “I’m going to set up a referral to another doctor who may be able to help you get through this less painfully.”

    Amanda lay in bed for weeks, then months, and wished for a way to scrub trauma, depression, and anxiety away.

    Once Amanda was home and settled into a wheelchair, the phone rang. 

    It was the psychiatrist her orthopedist had recommended. They agreed upon a tele psychiatry appointment for the following morning.

    “Hi Amanda. I understand you’ve suffered an accident and a severely broken leg. Tell me what this has been like for you..?”

    “It’s been hard. The pain was terrible at first, but I had pain meds. It doesn’t hurt much anymore, but the huge cast has kept me nailed to the bed. I just couldn’t have dreamed how hard that would be.”

    After they talked about Amanda’s experiences the last four months, the doctor told her she was showing symptoms of depression, as well as anxiety. 

    “You need something that can scrub away the trauma, depression, and anxiety you’re experiencing. At our practice, we offer different treatment options to help your emotions heal — and one of them is treatment specifically that targets the metabolism deep within all your cells. Are you familiar with the keto diet, and what it can do?”

    Amanda hesitated. “Keto diet? I know some people use it to lose weight…”

    A ketogenic diet can scrub trauma, depression, and anxiety.

    “Yes, that’s true. But in psychiatry, we’re learning more all the time about how a diet that produces ketones can help resolve epilepsy, diabetes, Alzheimer’s, psychiatric illness, and more. Since many people suffer from more than one ailment, a ketogenic metabolic therapy — a treatment that gets your body to produce ketones — can address multiple issues at the same time.

    “For example, people with diabetes are more prone to depression, and people with depression often also have anxiety… and the list goes on. In your case, the trauma of your injury, and the subsequent treatment you’ve needed for it, have given way to depression and anxiety in you. 

    “By feeding the mitochondria — or power-producing mechanism in your cells — with ketones instead of glucose, your cells can able function more efficiently. The over-excitability in the cells that leads to anxiety can calm… and the cells that are functioning poorly can come up to speed, relieving depression symptoms, brain fog, hopelessness, and the other churning thoughts in your head.

    “We’re experts at getting this to happen for you—safely.”

    A diet that burns ketones for fuel can scrub away trauma, depression, and anxiety.

    A flicker of hope flashed in Amanda for a split second.

    “Amanda, I’m going to set up a full evaluation for our Metabolic Psychiatry program where we will help you upgrade your food choices so that you feel much better. Also, now that you’re in a wheelchair, you can roll yourself outside and soak up some sunshine. I want you to start doing that, in the mornings, if possible. Try to give it 30 minutes or so a day.

    “Also, there is an online broadcast that can help you understand this treatment better. It’s called Metabolic Mind. I think you’d like it and learn a ton.

    “Yes, I think so. I don’t feel like making effort of any kind these days, but I do want to feel better, and I don’t want more pills.”

    The evaluation was incredible—so detailed, so comprehensive, joint feedback and she got more and more excited by the process, all the tools, the digital apps, the group support. It was so personalized, and the support step by step, the monitoring of her symptoms and labs…

    She felt taken care of.

    A diet high in good fats and low in carbohydrates can scrub away trauma, depression, and anxiety.

    A couple hours later her mom returned with groceries, and enlisted Amanda’s help in preparing a simple but nutritious ketogenic lunch of salad with sliced avocado, grilled chicken, and almonds, with a drizzle of olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

    That evening, with salmon cooked in olive oil and feta-covered buttered broccoli for dinner, Amanda found she was really liking this new approach to food.

    Within a week she could tell a slight difference in her outlook. Was it being able to sit up? Or maybe the daily patio sessions in the sun? Was it the food?

    She wasn’t sure, but something was changing.

    Two weeks later, her mind was clearing. That dark dread was getting lighter, the fogginess and difficulty thinking was gone. Gone.

    The following month, she invited a couple friends for lunch, and they all hung out in the kitchen putting lunch together, chattering and laughing, catching up on the latest gossip.

    Cooking keto together can scrub trauma, depression, and anxiety away.

    Tears stung her mom’s eyes as she watched.

    Another month later, and Amanda’s cast was removed. She went to physical therapy to work on getting her mobility back, and walked with a cane for awhile. Eventually, she was driving again, and finally started back to work. She was enjoying relief from the whole nightmare… it seemed as if her metabolic treatment had scrubbed the trauma, depression, and anxiety that had plagued her for months.

    By the time she was back on the job, her leg was working better and better, but more important, her outlook on life was bright and hopeful.

    Amanda realized that the worst impairment had not been her broken leg, but her shattered outlook, and she was beyond grateful to see clearly again.

    Moving forward, Amanda didn’t want to risk the return of that anxiety or the depression, so it was a no-brainer to continue the metabolic regimen she had begun that had brought her so much relief. Besides, the weight she had gained lying in bed all those months was now coming off. What a relief. It had been a long seven months… but she was finally feeling like herself, and she was finally seeing the other side of this catastrophe.

    Ketogenic psychiatry scrubs away trauma, depression, and anxiety.

    Hope flourished.

    Have you experienced a life altering trauma that you found almost impossible to cope with? Did it feel like you had lost those aspects of yourself that make you who you are?

    If helplessness has turned into hopelessness and despair for you, call us.

    We offer more innovations than ever to help you feel better, and pursue the kind of rewards you seek for a fulfilling and fruitful life.

    Lori Calabrese, M.D. is on the front end of the race to stop PTSD in its tracks using IV ketamine treatment.

    To the restoration of your best self,

  • Male Midlife Crisis? If Depression Results IV Ketamine Can Help

    Male Midlife Crisis? If Depression Results IV Ketamine Can Help

    Male midlife crisis can feel threatening, but with support you can overcome the challenges.

    Wait a minute. Male midlife crisis is a psychiatric disorder? No…not exactly. Midlife is a time of life that everyone goes through if they live long enough. Being at midlife isn’t a crisis in itself. But for many, a crisis can strike from a major change of life at that time, like divorce or changes in work or health. For some it’s as simple as aging… noticing gray hair or gaining weight or needing blood pressure medicine… Whatever triggers the crisis, it often spurs a fear of dying in some way. Realizing that you’re mortal and won’t live forever. Feeling like you haven’t achieved by now what you intended to… wondering if you’ll ever achieve your goals. Or if it’s even worth trying. Futility. Dissatisfaction with your life. Feeling hopeless, powerless to change what’s inevitable, like old age, declining health, fearing you’ll reach the point where you’re no longer useful…to anyone.

    It makes you feel lonely and isolated. Work is no longer exciting, but a drudgery. And all that work just to pay the mortgage, the electric, gas, and water bills, the internet and grocery bills, clothes for the kids, college. 

    Where’s the energy, the fun, the hope for the future?

    Take Justin.

    At 43, he’s worked at this job for 14 years. He’s seen some of his co-workers come and go, but far too many continue to surround him with their bad habits, their complaining, their conflicts in the meeting room, and their bragging. HIs tolerance was running thin

    Male midlife crisis can be triggered by too much stress and loss.

    His long hours didn’t seem to pay off, either. He woke at 5am to shower and dress for work, fought traffic for over an hour to get there, then after a 10 hour day of high stress, fought traffic for an hour and 45 minutes to get home. 

    By that time, his wife was tired, kids were irritable… and so was he.

    On the weekend, his only time off, he spent most of one day mowing the lawn and attending sports games for his kids with what time that was left. Male midlife crisis was beginning to eat at him.

    What happened to enjoyment..? What a rat race.

    He brought home more money than he’d ever dreamed he would, but it was gone after paying bills… before he got the chance to enjoy it.

    As a young man, he enjoyed the thrill of conquest.

    Seeing a pretty girl, approaching her with charm, watching her melt under the warmth of his attentions. But now he’d been married 15 years, and the thrill had been replaced by familiarity and responsibility. He wasn’t one to assault his wife’s security with infidelity. He’d made vows, and he had stood by them. 

    But, he found himself thinking about what it would be like, just once ,to feel the thrill of the hunt again.

    Still, he wasn’t about to compromise his marriage or hurt his wife, even though a part of him loathed himself for it.

    He thought about other things he could do for a thrill. Like buying a sports car. Or a motorcycle — a powerful luxury one — so he could feel the power between his legs at night on the open road. Maybe a boat. Which would offer the most “bang” for the buck?

    Restlessness grew inside him as male midlife crisis progressed

    Gray hair was gathering at his temples, and the sight of it made him realize he was past his prime. He expected to be in upper management by now, maybe even in the C suite. While he had a group of sharp employees reporting to him, many of them with masters degrees or higher, he still felt like a worker bee.

    Over the next few months, his wife often looked into his eyes, searchingly.

    Like she was trying to read his soul.

    Finally, one day he approached her.

    A male in midlife crisis may seek out excitement.

    “Jen, I want to pull from our retirement savings account and buy a motorcycle. So we can have something to look forward to. Something nice, big, and powerful. We could go out at night and ride in the country. We need some sort of pleasure.”

    “A motorcycle, Justin? Seriously? You’ve never shown interest in motorcycles… Where’s this coming from?”

    Justin opens up

    I feel like I’m getting old. For the life of me, I can’t find any fun in life anymore. I do nothing but work at a job I’m fed up with, work in the yard, and go to the kids games. Nothing is for pleasure. My dad died at 54, which is not that far off for me. I wonder if we’ll both live long enough to actually need our retirement money. What does it all mean if all we do is work, then die?

    “Remember the passion we used to have? The excitement? Where is it? I love the kids, and wouldn’t trade for them, but since they were born there’s been nothing for us anymore.  I guess it’s been getting to me lately…

    “Half the time, I lie in bed at night with my mind spinning, instead of sleeping. I can’t seem to turn it off. Then, day after day after week I drag through work exhausted. Call it midlife crisis in men if you want to — but all I know is that I’m sick of it.”

    “Justin, honey, I really sympathize with what you’re feeling. I can imagine your work seems thankless at times. You’re a good man. And you do take such good care of this family. At the same time, it worries me to spend money out of our retirement savings on something as frivolous as a motorcycle. You are in that proverbial male midlife crisis age group, it’s true… but I have no idea if that’s going on with you or not.

    “You’ve always been such a stickler about our saving for the future, and it’s surprising to hear you wanting to spend down that fund. It worries me.”

    “Jenn, I think I regret not taking that promotion four years ago. It would have required our moving out of state and we wanted to keep the kids’ lives stable in school and with friends. We made the decision to stay here for their sakes, but my career seemed to stall as a result.

    “Quite honestly, I’m haunted by the ol’ saying, ‘what might have been…’ We’ll never know but the excitement and challenge of the trajectory I was on has died down to drudgery, sameness, routine nothingness. I’m bored. Disappointed.” 

    Male midlife crisis can cause irritability, anger, and depression.

    He slammed his drink down on the table hard.

    Alarmed, Jen shot him a look.

    “Let’s keep talking, Justin… I don’t know what the answer is, but I ache that you’re suffering. I’ve been so busy for so long, I wasn’t in touch with what you were going through.”

    Justin went off by himself under the pretense of organizing the garage. He just sat and stared ahead in the gasoline tainted air. He’d felt himself sinking for a good while. The motorcycle idea was his way of trying to find some release.

    It looked like that wasn’t going to go anywhere. 

    Life was quickly losing its luster.  Justin’s appetite diminished, because food tasted like cardboard…sawdust. Nothing. His responsibilities at work seemed to become overwhelming. He thought about death more and more, and about those he knew who had died. What had been a tragedy before was now overwhelming as he tried to wrap his head around what dying would be like.

    Male midlife crisis can cause anger, disillusionment, and depression.

    Jen noticed a marked decline in Justin’s engagement in their lives. He seemed withdrawn, detached, and maybe even despondent.

    She decided to invite his boss and wife over for dinner…hoping maybe it would give Justin a lift. Ed and Lizzie were solid, enjoyable people in their late 50’s and she felt like she and Justin needed an infusion of positivity in their lives.

    The evening was going somewhat smoothly, in spite of how quiet Justin was. Finally, Ed turned to Justin directly and asked, “How’s life treating you?”

    Justin replied, “Fine.”

    Midlife Crisis in Men is Common

    “When I was your age, Justin, I struggled. I don’t know what it’s like for you, but for many of us, the 40’s are no piece of cake. I questioned everything…my career, my marriage, my kids, my purpose. There were rough waters to navigate. I’m so grateful to Lizzie for riding it out with me. She couldn’t fix it, but she got me to go for counseling to help me resolve my disappointments with life, my fear of losing my purpose, and that horrific issue of missing the life of a young buck.

    “You’re at  the proverbial midpoint in your life, Justin. Do you think about it?”

    Justin stirred, then crossed his legs. “If I were honest, I’d have to say yes.”

    “Well, if you do, just know you’re normal. The hard part is to not make rash decisions when this is going on. I’ve known many men who lost their marriages. For me, the counseling helped. I also became depressed for awhile and sought treatment for that, too.”

    The conversation turned to sports and then gardening. Overall, it was a pleasant evening, though Justin seemed withdrawn and irritable after they were gone. He got up and went to bed.

    Jen realized she needed to give him space.

    However, over the next few days he searched online about midlife, male midlife crisis, depression treatment, and anxiety.

    Seeking help for male midlife crisis can help you turn your fears around.

    He read several articles that differentiated between midlife reevaluation and depression, but hinted that depression could result when a guy determined to avoid bad decisions, and turned his anger and disappointment onto himself.

    “Hmmmm…”

    Ok, so this is something you don’t have to ruin your life over…rather…you can get some help. 

    He figured he needed to do something about the depression (if that was going on), if it was possible.

    And he probably needed some sort of counseling to help him come to terms with all his regret and disappointment. He didn’t want to upset his family’s security and stability by losing his job or his marriage… even though a voice inside him screamed RUN!!

    Justin learned that a prominent treatment for depression was IV ketamine treatment. So he called to find out more at a psychiatric practice with a strong reputation he found. 

    Then he googled psychotherapy for male midlife crisis, and a number of links appeared. He read their websites, and chose one who seemed to have an approach he could relate to.

    Male midlife crisis can be challenging, but it doesn't have to be destructive.

    With the help of the ketamine infusions, the dark cloud – that seemed to hold his outlook hostage – cleared away, and he felt hopeful again, even joyful. It had been a long time since he’d felt joy about anything.

    In therapy, over the next year, he came to peace about his life, his age, his purpose, and the people he loved. He and Jenn did actually buy that motorcycle, and enjoyed day trips often. But they made the decision together to make time for themselves, individually and as a couple.

    As his sense of purpose improved, so did his performance at work, and a promotion was offered to him before long that was in the same building, with a pay increase. It didn’t make him rich, but it sure did improve his ambition. 

    The future looked brighter.

    A year later, Justin had lunch with Ed and told him how much his comments about male midlife crisis had been a lifeline to him, and how he appreciated Ed’s candor at a time when he couldn’t offer the same.

    Ed just said, “Pay it forward, Justin. It’s great to hear you’ve got your fire back.”

    And you?

    Everyone goes through midlife, if you’re lucky enough to live that long. It can feel like the end, but it’s really the beginning of the rest of your life. And, it’s the time when you get to use the wisdom you’ve fought hard to gain during your first half of life.

    You can come through male midlife crisis without losing your marriage or job with counseling.

    But it can be a time when you feel bad for awhile. Confused, disillusioned, disappointed, frustrated, and sad.

    If you can get support to help you navigate the feelings, and seek treatment if depression and/or anxiety become a problem, you can hopefully come out on the other side wiser, more settled, and at peace.

    If you can relate to Justin and his struggles, if you’re suffering from depression or anxiety symptoms, call us.

    Midlife is just a name for a milestone in your life, and can be manageable with the right support.

    That’s what we’re here for. To support your best and rewarding life.

    Lori Calabrese, M.D. is on the front end of the race to stop PTSD in its tracks using IV ketamine treatment.

    To the restoration of your best self,

  • Turning On Neurogenesis: The Head is Part of the Body

    Turning On Neurogenesis: The Head is Part of the Body

    We’ve talked about our avoidance of the term “mental Illness” through the years, because it misrepresents psychiatric disorders. We’re now going a step further to emphasize that the head is part of the body, and that the key to treating these disorders may very well lie in the metabolism of the whole body. We’re going to be talking about the ins and outs of “metabolic psychiatry” in our quest to get more help for more people. A growing wealth of research is demonstrating the connection between the state of mitochondria in the body’s cells as a direct link to the state of a person’s mind. Studies are demonstrating that we can change the productivity of the mitochondria through diet — specifically therapeutic nutritional ketosis — and lifestyle changes. As a result, at Innovative Psychiatry, we’re expanding our practice to offer these developments to you.

    Sound shocking? This idea that eating differently could impact psychiatric symptoms?  That upgrading your food choices could not just reduce but stop symptoms that have plagued you for months… or years?

    Granted, it might sound a bit far-fetched at first. But the more you understand about cells all over your body and how one group of cells affects another, the more sense it will make.

    Therapeutic Nutritional Ketosis

    The head is part of the body, so to treat the mind, treat the whole body.

    We’ve seen this concept demonstrated in our work with anorexia nervosa, where after a period of therapeutic nutritional ketosis, we used IV ketamine treatment. We saw it work, replicated the approach with impressive results in a small pilot study that we published, presented at the International Conference on Eating Disorders in Washington DC, and discussed with Brett Scher, MD of Metabolic Mind on a video broadcast.

    Working always with the premise that the head is part of the body, we’re seeing that using therapeutic nutritional ketosis can be effective in many other illnesses and disorders as well.

    We know that stress wears down and prunes the dendrites and dendritic spines of neuron cells in the brain, and we also know this causes a dampening effect and a decrease of signals sent across the brain. Fewer signals result in less activity, less communication, less creativity, and less resilience. This can result in depression, mood switching, anxiety, and other disorders. We know that we want to see an increase in neurons, dendrites, and dendritic spines.

    More circuits = more healthy signals, creativity, communication between areas of the brain, and resilience.

    We also know that aging neurons tend to become dormant and less likely to send signals or reproduce themselves. For your mind and body to stay youthful and healthy, you need your cells to be functioning at their best. They need to reproduce themselves in an ongoing manner. When they don’t, dysfunction results. For example, dementia can develop.

    Stem Cells Restore Specialized Neuron Cells

    The cool thing about stem cells is that they can reproduce themselves over and over and over, continuously proliferating. They can also cause their new cells to develop specialized functions as needed. But when neuron cells age, what can we do to get them to proliferate new ones?

    Think of stem cells as the unprocessed, built-in construction material of the body, and in this case, for the mind. When conditions are optimal, they reproduce to form all the other cells that specialize to perform specific roles.

    But how to get conditions so optimal in a living, breathing, aging body? Because, as we’ve said, aging cells don’t reproduce that well.

    To treat psychiatric disorders, treat the cells in your body.

    A team of researchers led by Jean-Claude Martinou and Marlen Knobloch at two Swiss universities, discovered that these neurons can be increased in the adult brain. Remember, the head is part of the body. There are parts of the brain that contain quiet, non-active neural cells that are actually stem cells. Still, neuroscientists haven’t understood how to get these stem cells to increase in number.  

    These researchers discovered just how an aspect of metabolism enables these neural stem cells to overcome their dormant state and become active again. And when they’re active, they can regenerate. It’s all wrapped up in the mitochondria.

    Mitochondria Regulation

    You may know that the energy factory in the cell is the mitochondria. This special part of the cell contributes a variety of vital services, and your body flourishes as the mitochondria flourishes. The researchers discovered that the mitochondria contribute to regulating how much these neural stem cells are activated.

    A protein complex in the mitochondria called the pyruvate transporter actually influences the possible roles a cell can fulfill.

    This gets a bit complex, but here’s the crunch. When researchers know and understand that metabolic pathways separate active cells from dormant cells, these researchers can wake up the dormant cells by changing their metabolism in the mitochondria.

    Let’s say that again.

    Changing the direction of metabolic pathways can improve the activity state of neural stem cells and in doing that, the neural stem cells can generate more and more new neuron cells. In a word: neurogenesis.

    Since the head is part of the body, producing new neurons can reverse the symptoms of depression and other disorders.

    We’re going to be talking more about cell metabolism, mitochondria, and how to impact mitochondria with nutrients to generate and proliferate neurogenesis… brain cell production.

    More To Learn…

    The head is part of the body and the mind can be restored by nutritional ketosis.

    In coming weeks, we’re going to talk about using nutrients to improve your frame of mind and psychiatric symptoms. Therapeutic nutritional ketosis is all about upgrading your food choices to optimize your cell metabolism, kick up your brain energy, and tamp down your anxiety to help you get better. That’s the therapeutic part. And that’s what’s at the heart of what we offer with the metabolic psychiatry program we offer.

    We were on the cutting edge when we first offered ketamine treatment, and it has since emerged as a rapid, effective, office-based psychiatric treatment, now helping thousands upon thousands of people with psychiatric disorders around the world. 

    A New 21st Century Breakthrough

    Now we’ve added another 21st century transformative treatment to our practice: metabolic psychiatry using therapeutic nutritional ketosis and other lifestyle approaches in a unique wrap-around approach.

    At Innovative Psychiatry, we’re utilizing breakthrough transformative treatments for your improved health and wellbeing. 

    These breakthrough treatments spell hope for you. If you’re among the 35-40% of depressed people for whom traditional antidepressant medications aren’t effective, these alternative — and effective — treatments can make all the difference for you, your life, and relationships.

    If you suffer from severe depression, bipolar disorder, anxiety, or trauma… if you struggle with food or weight… if you want to optimize your health and begin to just feel good day after day, call us.

    We can offer you innovative treatment that can reverse your symptoms, and explode your hope.

    Come walk with us and give your best self access to the rewarding life you deserve.

    Lori Calabrese, M.D. is on the front end of the race to stop PTSD in its tracks using IV ketamine treatment.

    To the restoration of your best self,

  • Retirement: A New Beginning or Loss of Purpose in Life?

    Retirement: A New Beginning or Loss of Purpose in Life?

    Retirement can lead to loss of purpose in life when you least expect it.

    Joe woke up, looked at the ceiling, and sighed. Another day. What was he to do with this day? More of the same, most likely. Get up, drink coffee, read the paper, then watch daytime TV. He had been so excited to retire, to finally have the freedom to choose what he did with his days. To relax, read, travel…. But that wore off the first 3 months… and now it seemed the future loomed ahead endlessly. Retirement can cause loss of purpose in life, which can lead to depression.

    Even Retirement Can Get Old

    He had not expected this to get old so fast. After spending 36 years doing the same thing every day, he thought he would relish and savor the freedom to wake up without an alarm. To eat a leisurely breakfast. Enjoy a second cup of coffee.

    After 7 months of this freewheeling lifestyle, he no longer showered every day. Why should he? He wasn’t going to see anybody.  If he went fishing for hours in the sun he would clean up, because he knew he smelled pretty rank. But on a typical day hanging around the house, he didn’t smell that bad…and again, he rarely saw anyone.

    It was certainly surprising to realize that all those decades of work had directed him as they did. He had specific things to work on — every day. The subject matter changed after each project was completed, and he had to admit, it was stimulating. Plus, he felt like he was making a difference in the lives of people on some level.

    But now, he just sat around, taking up space, without any real goals in life. 

    Retirement seemed to be backfiring.

    Retirement can lead to loss of purpose in life so finding a role that makes a difference is vital.

    He was already tired of sitting in the quiet, reading book after book. Things he had longed to do, things he had seemed to have no time for, lost their luster now that he had an endless supply of time.

    Fishing in the quiet. Walking in the quiet. How fickle I must be, he thought. It’s either feast or famine, but I’m never satisfied, it seems.

    He began to think of the futility of life … the endless droning on of repetition and futility. He didn’t fully realize he had suffered a loss of purpose in life.

    Why go on? What’s the point?

    Joe needed stimulation

    He also needed human connection.

    One day when he was fishing, he saw a couple was fishing on the same shore a few yards away. He decided he might say hello. As he inched toward them between casts, he finally waved and called hello. They waved back and smiled. After all, it’s important to be quiet when you fish.

    Still, Joe’s need for human interaction drove him to keep trying.

    A few exchanges of niceties revealed it wasn’t going anywhere, so he packed up his tackle and the two fish he’d caught and headed for home.

    Joe hadn’t always been alone. He had divorced a few years ago, and the loss hadn’t affected him as deeply at the time because he was absorbed in work. But he was realizing now it could be really helpful if he had a companion to talk to on a regular basis. He thought about the couple he had seen while he was fishing, and acknowledged they had something he didn’t. Companionship. 

    But there was more to it. 

    He realized he had lost his sense of purpose in life. That deeply felt inner direction to gives life a reason to go on.

    He had taken for granted how his career had infused him with that priceless inner compass

    Joe had no idea what to do about it

    Then one day, his daughter called. She was his wise and insightful child, and was pursuing a “calling” in psychotherapy, so she often read studies to gain more insight.

    When Joe's daughter called she talked to him about loss of purpose in life.

    She told him about reading a book called, Brain Energy, and how she’d learned that mitochondria in the cells have a huge impact on how people feel and function. She explained that the mitochondria are the mechanism in the cells where energy is produced in every cell.

    She talked about diet, and how a high fat, low carbohydrate diet can feed the mitochondria… ketones... for energy, replacing carbohydrates for fuel. The safest and most efficient way to do this is with a dietitian-designed therapeutic nutritional ketogenic diet. It’s called a ketogenic metabolic therapy.

    And she talked about the importance of human connection, relationships that are meaningful and mutual. That his divorce from her mom had resulted in his being isolated, but she recognized symptoms of depression in him and suggested they talk about ways to restore relationships in his life.

    On top of those things, she emphasized the vital importance of his loss of purpose in life. That certainly resonated with Joe. They talked about how he hadn’t realized how his job had infused him with purpose, and with the constraints of that gone, he seemed to have found himself adrift.

    Treatment, diet, and relationships

    “Dad, you’re going to need to take some assertive steps to create change for yourself. You need to get under the care of a good psychiatrist, in case you need meds. Plus you need to involve yourself in activities you believe in and can commit to, where you can contribute and make some kind of difference. And you need to make the effort to start building friendships you enjoy.

    And change your diet, Dad! All the chips and dip you love to eat with your beer need to be replaced with good fats like avocados, whole eggs, olive oil, nuts, yogurt, and salmon. Cook your salmon in olive oil…in fact, cook everything in olive oil. Add avocados to your meals. Skip the potatoes, bread, and rice. You’ll be amazed what a difference you’ll feel in your emotions and your body.”

    Joe thought long and hard after his daughter hung up.  He looked online for a psychiatrist and a registered dietician, and made appointments with one of each that he found.

    The psychiatrist confirmed he was depressed. She explained the concept of metabolic psychiatry, and how metabolism plays a key role in psychiatric health. She confirmed everything his daughter had said. And she offered him a startlingly new approach with comprehensive metabolic assessment and treatment with a treatment team in her own office—not spread out and disjointed—with a registered dietitian, an expert in nutritional ketosis, and dozens of wrap-around supports for lifestyle changes including telehealth, in-person visits, digital apps, body composition analysis, labs, genetic testing, groups, nature walks, videos, recipes — ways to get energized, feel excited, get moving, shrink body fat, and find a new community of friends. There were dozens of Touchpoints.

    Joe could see he was entering a new adventure. He began to feel hope.

    To help the loss of purpose in life from retirement, eat a ketogenic diet and get treatment.

    He also made an appointment with a therapist she recommended.

    And he cancelled his appointment with the dietician he had arranged to see on his own and made an appointment with the new one.

    He began to see that the power to change his life was in his own hands. Loss of purpose in life didn’t have to be permanent. He felt the power to change.

    While he waited for his dietician appointment, he decided to give away the potatoes, rice, chips, and bread as his daughter had suggested, and went to the store to buy salmon, olive oil, avocados, and eggs. No harm in starting to eat better while he waited to learn what the psychiatrist and dietitian and their team suggested in their collaborative metabolic program.

    Then he searched online for opportunities to volunteer in his area. An organization that teaches English and reading skills to migrant children caught his eye. 

    “Now that’s a place I could make a real difference,” he said to himself.

    He called to learn how to join the group, and set out the next day to offer his help.

    Before long, he was being trained, then working directly with non-English speaking children who had bright hope in their eyes. During breaks he began to become acquainted with other volunteers and made arrangements to share a meal and go out to fish on the riverside with a few new friends.

    Six months later, he called his daughter and told her all the changes he’d made, and how grateful he was to her for helping him find his way. He told her about his new friends, and his activities. And also mentioned one “special friend” who was becoming more and more important to him.

    Meaningful relationships are important for a fulfilling life.

    And he talked about the children, and how fulfilling it was to see their lives changing for the better. He knew he was helping them build a better future. He was so grateful for the new purpose in his life.

    Have you retired or experienced some other highly stressful life event that left you floundering with a loss of purpose in life?

    Finding a role that gives your life meaning, having rewarding relationships, taking care of yourself, and upgrading your food choices are all aspects of living well and enjoying your life.

    Does it feel to you like life has become futile, without purpose, and without hope?

    If you can relate to Joe and what he was going through, call us.

    Loss of purpose can come from retiring, divorce, loss of a loved one, an empty nest, and other changes in circumstances. Recognize these blows can have a devastating effect on your life, and seek help.

    We’re here to help you find your way back to a meaningful, rewarding life.

    Lori Calabrese, M.D. is on the front end of the race to stop PTSD in its tracks using IV ketamine treatment.

    To the restoration of your best self,

  • When You Feel Alienated By Your Angry Child

    When You Feel Alienated By Your Angry Child

    If you feel alienated by your angry child, depression may be at the root of it, and ketamine treatment might help.

    Ben slammed the door with a resounding bang. “I’m outta here!!” He called over his shoulder as he charged down the street. Jill, his mom, felt defeated. She had tried so hard to be reasonable, caring, and sensitive to his mood. But apparently she had stepped on his toes, an error which had become a routine event lately. She didn’t understand why Ben was in such upheaval these days. She didn’t feel like she knew him anymore. Who are you and what have you done with my son?? she thought to herself. It’s tough when you feel alienated by your angry child.

    It all started when he began high school. She and Ben had always been close, and shared a love of fishing, cooking, and watercolors. Since Ben was 10, they’d taken watercolor classes together and both had improved in their skill. Both of them had framed masterpieces hung around the house. And, since Friday night wasn’t a school night, they cooked dinner together as often as they could. They fished a couple times a month on weekends when weather permitted, and enjoyed coming home, cleaning the fish, and cooking it with corn on the cob and spinach salads.

    Sharing happy experiences builds confidence.

    But since Ben had started high school, it was as if he had no respect for her, no regard for her view points, or the boundaries she had always set. She felt so alienated by her angry child.

    It hurt.

    She knew that teens had conflict with their parents as they set out to find themselves, differentiate themselves as individuals from their parents. She knew that. But this seemed worse… more extreme somehow.

    Scenes like this one, where he ran out banging the door and disappearing, were becoming more and more commonplace. But why?

    Why was he so angry?

    What was it that caused him to resent her so deeply?

    After a year of his sullen withdrawal, his berating of her, and the complete absence of the bond they had always shared, the hurt she felt grew so overwhelming, that she began to withdraw, too. Her efforts to talk to him, listen to him, had proven futile. 

    Ben seemed to want nothing to do with her, and was not willing to express why he was so angry. Jill wracked her brain to figure out why.

    When you feel alienated by your angry child, ketamine can help bring change.

    After her husband had left, she had struggled from the pain, abandonment, and overall loss. For Ben’s sake, she had tried to rise above her pain and give him the happy childhood he deserved. Hence, the fishing, cooking, and art. 

    They enjoyed hiking together, camping near a river, and catching their dinner. So many wonderful memories were created in those years. Memories that also helped her move forward.

    She knew Ben didn’t grasp her loss and grief… but she also knew she couldn’t grasp his. They both tried to understand, be compassionate and patient, and reach out for moments of joy. 

    It had worked, until the last year.

    Jill’s gallant fight to rise above her grief finally began to crumble. Her own home felt like a war zone, and she was baffled as to why.  Home was supposed to be a refuge from the harshness of the world, but hers had become a place where she was always on edge and isolated from love. Isolated and alienated by her angry child.

    She had always tried to make it a refuge for Ben, and hadn’t anticipated “home” coming to this. Her loving effort to infuse joy into her son’s life just started to weaken. In the isolation she found herself in, disillusionment disintegrated into depression.

    The pain of it was too much, and she felt herself giving up.

    But she knew that Ben was in a vulnerable place in his life. He was a teenager and needed support and love and understanding to navigate all he was facing. But her energy for trying to help was waning. She didn’t know what to do to rise above all this. And she worried that other teenagers were his only input.

    She could feel herself becoming numb…. not caring anymore about anything. Jill got on her laptop to explore what was happening to her, impairing her ability to show unconditional love to her son in his time of such need.

    She tried googling the way she felt and what she could identify: isolation, loss, hurt, numbness, reduced energy… and a bucket of diseases came up. Jill instinctively knew that most of them weren’t relevant, but then she saw an article about the grieving process.

    The grieving process from divorce can cause you to feel alienated from your angry child.

    She recognized herself in the symptoms it described.

    And she learned that if the grief process becomes stalled for some reason, it can funnel into depression. She started reading more about depression, and realized it sounded like a fit for what was happening to her. 

    Then she looked for treatment for depression — and learned that medications are helpful to some people, but at least 30-40% get little to no benefit from medication, so alternative treatments are often required for real relief.

    The most promising alternative treatment she found was IV ketamine treatment.

    She found listings of psychiatrists in her area, so she cross-referenced psychiatrist with ketamine treatment and found someone who seemed to offer it.

    During a consultation appointment, the doctor diagnosed her with major depressive disorder, and they talked about medicines and treatments. They agreed to see what ketamine treatment could do for her.

    By her third infusion, she began to see things differently.

    When you feel alienated by your angry child, your child may need treatment for depression.

    She talked to Ben about her treatment, and that she believed it was helping. She was able to approach him in a newer, better way and he responded. As they talked she learned he was being bullied at school — she didn’t know! — and had been teased about the relationship he had with his mom, and so he had just slowly withdrawn.

    Poor guy. In his effort to defend himself against the bullies, he had stripped himself of his most loyal supporter. 

    This discussion seemed to improve their line of communication, though Ben remained guarded. But, it was a start.

    Jill continued with her infusions, realizing that to be who she wanted to be for her son, she needed to take care of herself. The process of it all also helped her change the way she saw herself in her son’s life — to being a support person for the life he wanted to build, rather than an integral part of everything. And she began to feel hope that should wouldn’t always be alienated by her angry child.

    She learned to let go, to some degree.

    She received 8 infusions in all, and went back for booster infusions twice, a month apart. By this time, Jill was feeling resilient again, and that continued to grow. She found a way to talk with Ben about how he was feeling, in the face of what was going on at school. 

    Ketamine treatment can help you cope with feeling alienated by your angry child.

    Ben could see a huge improvement in his mom’s outlook and attitude, and he began to wonder if this treatment could help him, too. They talked about it, and made an appointment with the same doctor, who diagnosed depression and social anxiety, and told Ben that ketamine treatment might help a great deal.

    But before they set up his infusion schedule, she impressed upon him and his mom that ketamine doesn’t help everyone. However, she believed there was every reason to hope it would help him. Still, they would have to see.

    The evening after his first infusion, Ben admitted to his mom that he’d been having thoughts of suicide, but they seemed to be gone now. He had been too afraid to talk about it, but now that they were gone, that in itself was such a great relief.

    He felt a subtle improvement with each infusion and by the 4th, he was feeling like smiling again. He joked with his mom on the way home, and they both laughed. How refreshing that was! She was getting inklings of a time when she would not feel alienated by her angry child. That her child wouldn’t always be angry, but could find peace.

    Jill didn’t take it for granted.

    She asked Ben about friends he had, anyone he actually enjoyed. He mentioned one friend he trusted. Jarrad. She suggested that he invite him for pizza, and if that went well, how about a camping/fishing trip? 

    By this time, Ben was feeling better, more confident, and less withdrawn. They set it up and they all had a great time.

    As time went by, Ben and his mom had plenty of bumps in the road. Because, after all, he was busy in the process of growing up and becoming independent. But they were always able to talk, treat each other with respect, and truly want the best for each other. 

    Feeling alienated by your angry teen can be mended with ketamine treatment for depression.

    Through the crucible of the year Ben was 15, Jill had learned about allowing him to set boundaries and she treated them with respect. In turn, he had learned that his mom had his back and respected the young adult who was emerging.

    They had both suffered deep loss, but they learned, with the help of ketamine treatment, that life can move forward. And that it should.

    What about you?

    Do you find that the transitions your child goes through make you feel isolated? Have you experienced loss so profound it has interfered gravely with the course of your life? Your ability to function?

    If you can identify with all that Ben or Jill went through, and nothing you’ve tried has helped, call us.

    Life is hard. Not all the time, but sometimes it really is. And sometimes when it’s hard, the shock and loss can feel crippling.

    But there’s help.

    We’re here to help you cross the bridge from isolation and incapacitation to freedom, confidence, and hope.

    Let us help you experience your best.

    Lori Calabrese, M.D. is on the front end of the race to stop PTSD in its tracks using IV ketamine treatment.

    To the restoration of your best self,

  • Has Failure Made It Impossible to Enjoy Anything? Reset Now!

    Has Failure Made It Impossible to Enjoy Anything? Reset Now!

    When it's impossible to enjoy anything, ketamine treatment can help.

    Blake turned over in bed. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. What would he do with his day, he wondered. Ever since his business failed…scratch that…ever since HE failed…his sense of purpose had evaporated. He had been humiliated by the death of his business. And worse than that, he’d been disillusioned. He had believed in what he was doing, and what his work could do to help people. His excitement had fueled his resolve, and he tended to spring out of bed every day eager for what would unfold. But after working at it tirelessly for seven years, it was devastating to watch it wither slowly until his clientele dried up and disappeared. He was burned out. He had fought panic and tried everything to infuse new life into his marketing, his client relationships, his products. To no avail. And now he couldn’t find the least bit of interest in trying to discover what’s next in his life. He’d failed. And he had forgotten how to care, how to motivate himself, or to do anything. His feelings of failure made it impossible to enjoy anything. Not even the colors of a sunset or the fragrance of a flower. Blake had forgotten how to enjoy. Period.

    Failure and shame go hand in hand. He’d held his head high as he’d jetted around the country to meet with clients, check on customer service, and contribute to new breakthrough launches. But there came a point when interest in his services and products seemed to dry up. Wither…

    And all his scrambling to save all he’d worked for, and all those who relied on him, had turned out to be futile.

    He felt ignorant. Foolish. Inept. 

    That lost deadened feeling where it's impossible to enjoy anything can improve with ketamine treatment.

    How could he face people he knew?

    Honestly, Blake wondered if there was any reason to even get out of bed most days.

    Any reason at all.

    But every day he stayed holed up in his apartment, just confirmed his overall failure. His worthlessness. It was impossible to enjoy anything, everything…whatever he could think of.

    His mom texted him. But he made up some excuse.

    HIs brother called, but he didn’t want to answer. He just didn’t feel like it. And he didn’t care what his brother thought of him. The days of trying to fulfill other people’s expectations were gone. Nothing mattered anymore. And that seemed sad, but it was just the way it was. He couldn’t help it.

    He even got messages and emails from friends he’d made in the business. Ideas they had about how to revive the business.Their ideas were too little too late. They didn’t have the experience he had with the marketplace, and lacked the scope of perspective he’d developed through it all. They didn’t realize he’d already tried those things, and had seen just more failure.

    Blake scanned the internet looking for possible jobs. He needed income from somewhere. But he just was so mentally dull and flat. The creativity that was surging when he started his business was gone. Blank. So he didn’t know if he could actually do much of a job. He didn’t feel very employable. Everything was impossible to enjoy or do.

    And the energy he would need to for interviews, not to mention the horrid phobias that had emerged: fear and dread of leaving the house, of facing people, of going into new places… how could he overcome all that to find a job?

    Months went by. The more time that passed, the more isolated he was… by his own doing. But it was taking a toll.

    Blake was shut down — even locked down — emotionally. 

    Time to RESET

    He needed to be able to push a button so he could reboot in some way. Where was the Reset Button in his life?

    When it's impossible to enjoy anything, you just endure.

    He was still trying to find a job, as his savings were dwindling. The longer he stayed cooped up in his place, the worse he felt. He began to feel panic rising inside him … that if he didn’t find a way to break out of this ‘state’ he was in, he might just die here.

    After hours scanning the internet, Blake decided to break out of this isolation and contact his brother. He sent him a text and told him he needed to talk to someone…that the walls were closing in on him. It was hard to make contact. He didn’t enjoy it, but it was impossible to enjoy anything, anyway. It was still important. He had to do it.

    His brother, Jared, was so pleased to hear from him. He invited him to come over, or he would be glad to come to Blake’s apartment.

    Blake got himself into the shower, as hard as it was, and made himself clean up. Why was this so hard? He was overwhelmed at trying to clean up the mess of his house so he said he could go to Jared’s. That was better. He drove to Jared’s house and knocked on the door.

    Brothers hug when one reaches out for help to the other.

    Jared wrapped his arms around his brother and hugged him gently but firmly. It was such a relief to see Blake reaching out. But for Blake, he was just going through the motions. He wished he could connect with Jared, but it was impossible to feel or enjoy anything at this point.

    They talked for hours about Blake’s business, what happened, and what it was like to deal with the failure of it all. They also talked about the effect this long isolation and grief had had on Blake. Jared told his brother how much he had missed him. And suggested they put their heads together to find what might help Blake move forward again.

    Brothers Search for Answers

    As hours fled by, they explored employment, how to get help for the failure Blake felt, and what his lack of energy and fears might mean. He needed to function again!

    Side by side, they scanned the internet for answers and realized that Blake seemed to have the symptoms of depression, and that maybe his fear and dread were signs of phobias. They learned that anxiety, fear, and phobias do sometimes accompany depression. 

    Beyond this, they soon hit a wall. They could see he had symptoms, and that the symptoms may be treatable, but realized he needed a doctor to take it from there. So they searched for a psychiatrist in their community with great reviews. It seemed the best way to learn what a doctor might be like was to read what his own patients had to say about him.

    They settled on one whose reviews were, for the most part, amazing. There seemed to be one or two reviewers who complained, but all the rest were overwhelmed with the doctor’s attentiveness, willingness to listen, and symptom relief.

    So Blake made an appointment.

    Jared cleared his schedule for that day so he could go with him for moral support.

    A psychiatrist can diagnose MDD and help you get ketamine treatment.

    The doctor diagnosed major depressive disorder, and talked about possible medications. Then sent Blake home with a couple prescriptions, an antidepressant and something to ensure he could sleep.

    After a couple months, the antidepressant wasn’t working, so Blake called the new doctor to talk about ketogenic psychiatry and what might help him improve. Something just had to give. It was still impossible to enjoy absolutely anything.

    He felt like he was wasting his life.

    After scheduling a consultation appointment, Blake went to see her. She took a thorough history, including his symptoms when they started, and what he had felt like when he was his best self. Then she explained ketogenic psychiatry, and what a ketogenic diet leading to therapeutic nutritional ketosis, could do for him.

    Blake felt better and better, and in the days and weeks that followed he just kept improving. His hope was growing as he realized his creativity was returning, his energy was returning, and his thinking was clearing up more and more.

    When it's impossible to enjoy anything, ketamine treatment can make you smile again.

    Within a couple weeks, he interviewed for a job that he thought he was well suited for, and was hired. Soon he was back at work, contributing in meetings, creating new ideas, and making friends.

    Brothers Bond

    He made a pact with Jared that they would meet for dinner one night a week, to keep rebuilding their relationship and to talk about obstacles they both faced. They also went together to visit their mom, and committed to do it more often.

    Blake wanted to build a healthier infrastructure in his life to combat the isolation that had gotten him into so much trouble. And Jared saw the benefit for both of them in doing that.

    Blake also started seeing a therapist to help him untangle the feelings of failure and worthlessness that plagued him after his business ended. He was feeling more resilient since starting the ketogenic diet, but wanted to improve the way he looked at his life to guard against that type of thinking in the future.

    It's no longer impossible to enjoy life after ketamine treatment.

    And he moved forward in his life with a combination of confidence and humility — recognizing that he was human, and capable of so much. He made the decision to be a learner in life, instead of a perfectionist. And he learned about exercise and a ketogenic diet that actually would help his psychiatric health. He committed, also, to being his own best friend… instead of the cruel judge he had been.

    And these steps will help you, too.

    Within the realm of everything we offer in psychiatry, therapeutic nutritional ketosis and exercise could make all the difference for you, if it’s impossible for you to enjoy what you used to enjoy.

    If you suffer from the kinds of symptoms Blake did, call us.

    We have opened another another avenue for you with Metabolic Psychiatry. We can help you discover how to eat and move and enjoy so that you kick up your brain energy, correct your metabolism, shrink your body fat, and get back to your best self.

    There is so much to psychiatric illness, but there is also so much more you can do to be healthy again.

    We’re here to help you get there.

    Lori Calabrese, M.D. is on the front end of the race to stop PTSD in its tracks using IV ketamine treatment.

    To the restoration of your best self,

  • It’s Never Too Late to Heal from Brokenness and Failure

    It’s Never Too Late to Heal from Brokenness and Failure

    You can heal from brokenness and failure after depression.

    Caryn lay in bed, looking around the room. She’d been here in this bed for months. The mess had piled up from doing so little, and her finding no initiative to get up and do anything. No energy, either emotionally or physically. She looked across the room at the pile of clutter collected on her desk. She’d never lived like this before. She liked a tidy house, but had just been enduring…surviving…for the past year. (How could she heal from the brokenness and failure that overwhelmed her?) Her closest friends had known her for many years, and knew this wasn’t like her. They instinctively knew something was wrong. She thought that surely she could get up and just start putting things away from the top of that dresser, but when she tried, she gave up in a few minutes. It was just too much.

    She had a history of periods of depression, but Caryn had finally seen a psychiatrist when she was in her 40’s. After a few tries they’d found an antidepressant that helped. That one medicine had helped her feel like herself again, and supported her through the ups and downs of life. When a loved one had died, she was sad and she grieved a good while. But she still functioned. It wasn’t like the depressions that used to cut her off at the knees anymore… until now.

    Antidepressant Just Stopped Working

    But now, for whatever reason, the antidepressant had stopped working. She couldn’t sleep… but lay awake through the nights with her mind racing. All too often, she saw the sun rise, as she soaked in despair.

    And she seemed to keep plunging deeper. Caryn lived alone, and the pandemic had isolated her in her house. She found herself revisiting memories from her life. She thought about a string of incidents that took place with various loved ones. Her sister, her children… her parents.

    Depression can make it seem you'll never heal from brokenness and failure.

    And though she’d always been a generally kind and understanding person, she wasn’t perfect. She knew that. But the excursions through her mountain of memories took her on deep dives into the depths of what occurred in those incidents. It seemed her insights were heightened and distorted, and she found herself privy to how her oversights and less than sensitive responses to people she truly cared about had caused them deep hurt. 

    She hadn’t realized at the time, but now all these mistakes came flooding in.

    She couldn’t bear to think she had scarred people she loved. Could they heal from her mistakes? Could she heal from such brokenness…. Such failure? The more she thought about these incidents in the past, the darker she felt. Her energy for life seemed to drain away. 

    Her husband had left her when the children were growing up, and she had been devastated. When he left, her belief in herself – and her sense of worth – went with him. If she had been a valuable person, he would have wanted to be with her. At least, that seemed obvious to her at the time.  She suffered that her poor children had had to grow up with only her as a parent.

    When her children were born, she believed in herself and her talent as a wise and loving parent. But now those beliefs seemed to dismantle and disintegrate by the day, and she became increasingly more convinced that she had utterly failed them all. 

    The more she thought about it, the darker she became inside. And the darker her outlook, the more numb she felt

    During good times in your life you don't realize how how depression will make you look back at those times as failures.

    Sometimes the memories of the business she had built flooded her. Talk about failure. Could she ever heal from it and the brokenness that had replaced it? She was on her game back then. She’d overcome her divorce grief to build a worthwhile business that performed an important service. 

    She had pushed through her fears and had developed a client list of Fortune 500 companies. She flew around the country solving IT problems, while managing a team of 24 contractors who did the same. Her company’s reputation for clean, fast, and brilliant solutions grew fast and she enjoyed a level of income and respect she’d never dreamed.

    Then, the software her team supported became less popular after 12 years, and the need for their skills waned. They worked together to build new, more marketable, skills for the current market, but their expertise wasn’t as deep, and their reputation suffered. For four more years she held onto her business with white knuckles, until she had to close it. 

    She had been devastated. Stripped bare.

    Now, the pandemic was subsiding

    But as she lay in bed, she felt like she would drown in the pain of those failures. Her sense of inadequacy, as she looked back over her life, overwhelmed her. It seemed impossible that she could heal from the brokenness of her failures and mistakes.

    Broken dreams, shattered hope, splintered relationships. What a mess she’d made of her life. 

    Where could she go from here? What was left? 

    Caryn found herself wondering if this is how life ends. She felt isolated from people who loved her. It didn’t seem to her it would matter much to others if she just died. She thought of the expensive set of sharp cooking knives in the kitchen drawer. It would be so easy to end this.

    Steeped in that thought, she was jarred back to the present with a knock at the door.

    Depression can be suffocating, and you wonder if you can heal from your brokenness.

    Her old friend, Renee, stood there with sacks of groceries. Caryn felt self-conscious about her appearance, but grateful for the food. Going to the grocery store was a rare occurrence for her. It was just too hard to get out.

    “Caryn, how are you feeling?”

    “I’m ok, Renee. Just not up to much.”

    Renee responded, “I wanted to tell you that one of the teachers at school talked to me today about her husband, who has been struggling with depression for nearly a year.  They heard about IV ketamine treatment and that it can lift depression dramatically. She said her husband went to a psychiatrist who offers this treatment combined with a special diet, and after a couple months her husband seems like his old self again.

    “I wrote down the name of the doctor, in case you might like to research all this online.”

    “That sounds very nice. I’m so glad for her husband. It’s hard for me to share the enthusiasm, but that could just be because I don’t feel enthusiasm about anything these days. I question whether I can ever heal from the brokenness and failure I feel. But I will look online to see what I can find. I appreciate you giving me the information.”

    Renee put the groceries on her kitchen counter, hugged her, and left.

    So Renee got back in bed and googled IV ketamine treatment, and the name of the doctor.  She learned that depression isn’t just a “mental” illness, but an illness that affects the whole body.

    How can you pull yourself out of depression when you feel so defeated by your own failures?

    It helped her understand why she didn’t feel like getting out of bed. Why her limbs felt heavy and without energy. Why her lack of energy felt mental, emotional, and physical. In fact, it was spiritual, too.

    The idea that something was wrong in her whole body, and that there could be treatment for it, gave her the first glimmer of something akin to hope. Maybe…just maybe…she could get treatment that would help her feel alive again. 

    Was It Possible?

    Caryn felt such a deep need to heal from her brokenness and failure, and had no idea if this treatment could help. But she called her daughter and son-in-law, and asked if she could stay with them a few weeks so they could help her get to her infusions. They welcomed her and promised to pitch in with driving her.

    Then she called the doctor she’d learned about and made an appointment for an evaluation.

    It was hard for her to shower, pack some clothes, and load the car. She spread the arrangements out over 2 days – she was moving slowly – then set off on the 2 hour drive to her daughter’s house.

    Since she’d been in bed so long, she had very little stamina. But her daughter helped her get ready and drove her to each infusion appointment. In between they talked at length about improving her diet with foods rich in flavonoids, omega 3 fatty acids, and low carbs…as well as taking walks together each day to start building her stamina again.

    With her daughter putting blueberries and strawberries in front of her each morning, and glazed salmon, cucumber, tomato, mozzarella and onion salad for lunch, and chicken piccata, avocados, and asparagus for dinner, Caryn began to notice a change. 

    She was feeling better.

    They took short walks with the dog in the mornings and afternoons, then Caryn rested afterward.

    She didn’t notice much change after the first three ketamine infusions, but after the fourth it seemed that a wall was coming down inside her. Hard to describe but she could feel it.

    And light began to trickle into her consciousness replacing the darkness that had been her constant companion for so long. She was beginning to believe in the routine they had created, as she felt the bottomless pit inside her filling in more and more.

    She’d been adrift, but now it felt as through a solidness was growing under her feet. Like she was less vulnerable. Less hollow. 

    Despair was fading.

    In its stead she felt bits of hope at first, then more and more. 

    She began to believe she really could heal from all the brokenness and failure that had smothered her.

    When you heal from brokenness and failure you can live and love again.

    After a month with her daughter, Caryn hugged her and her son-in-law and thanked them for their help and support when she needed it so desperately, and assured them she was ready to go home. 

    Once home, she hired someone to come over and help her put things away and clean the house so she had a fresh start.  After that, she had the clarity of mind and purpose to put things away again as she used them, so she could continue to enjoy the clean house. The miracle was that she could.

    She gave herself rest breaks and times of solace when she needed it, but began to occasionally call up Renee and meet her for lunch. Then, she made time for another friend, too.

    Recovery was a process, but IV ketamine and her daughter’s care had given her the tools to move forward. 

    And she was so grateful to be feeling so much better.

    And what about you? What about your loved ones?

    You can heal from brokenness and failure with IV Ketamine treatment.

    Can you identify with the things Caryn suffered?

    Depression can come unexpectedly. And it can seem to swallow all of yourself.

    But there’s hope.

    If you’ve been hurt, disappointed, devastated by the actions of others… or yourself… and have been overwhelmed with despair, call us.

    Don’t let failure and brokenness become life threatening for you. You can live again, relish joy again, and and build loving relationships again. 

    Let us help you find your way back to joy.

    If you have thoughts of suicide or hurting yourself, call 988, the Suicide and Crisis Hotline. Talk to someone who can help.

    Lori Calabrese, M.D. is on the front end of the race to stop PTSD in its tracks using IV ketamine treatment.

    To the restoration of your best self,

  • When You See that Not All Kids are Butterflies

    When You See that Not All Kids are Butterflies

    Not all kids are butterflies, some are quiet, shy, and thoughtful.

    Marc and Amber had two children. One who was outgoing and gregarious…who never met a stranger…and one who was shy, inhibited, and thoughtful, as well as very intelligent. Cecie was the outgoing one who lived in joy and exuberance, but not all kids are butterflies. Liam was the deep thinking, brooding one. When they were young, Marc and Amber thought they’d never have to worry about Cecie who seemed to have the world at her feet. But they did worry about Liam, as he usually seemed so tied up in knots, rarely relaxing. As the oldest, he looked after Cecie to some degree, but she tried to help him, too. When they were very young, Liam was too shy to order French fries for himself, or an ice cream. But Cecie loved to stand on her tiptoes, peer over the counter, and order for both of them. And Liam was happy for the help.

    However, what really worried his parents was that Liam found it so difficult to make friends. Amber would accompany him to class on his first day of school the first few years, and strike up conversations with students at nearby desks. She saw it as priming the pump, so to speak. Once she could encourage conversation between Liam and at least one other student, she would bid him goodbye and leave the classroom.  It was the best she knew to do to ease his pain.

    Not all kids are butterflies, so some kids prefer solitude.

    Even as a young child, Liam’s palms sweated when he was in social situations. His face would freeze, and he’d be stiff all over. It was so difficult for him to relax and engage with others. He could hardly talk. He wanted friends, but couldn’t overcome the frozen state that would overcome him around his peers. Bottom line, it’s just a fact that not all kids are butterflies. What’s easy for one may be extremely difficult for another.

    Giving Liam Tools

    Amber worked with him from a young age to help him develop positive responses to new people, by smiling and reaching out to shake their hands… and saying, “I’m Liam. I’m glad to meet you.”  Liam was relieved to have something he could memorize and do in those terrifying, awkward moments.

    Marc recognized that his son struggled to function around people he didn’t know, but saw that he was relaxed and happy at home. He didn’t see what Amber saw, as Liam tried to navigate his way through so many situations. They enrolled him in Little League, to help him work with a team, and to have access to other boys his age.

    Thankfully, there was usually a kid who was so outgoing that he reached out tenaciously to overcome Liam’s withdrawal and connect with him. If they hadn’t, he would have never had a friend. He just couldn’t ever seem to make any overtures toward others around him. When he was thrown into situations that presented him with mandatory interaction, Liam just tucked his chin and endured.

    Amber worried.

    She thought about what life would throw at Liam when he grew up. How would he apply for a job? How would he survive in college? Living with a roommate in the dorm? How would he ever relax enough to develop friendships with girls…?  To eventually date? Would he ever become independent enough to build a rewarding, meaningful life? She recognized that not all kids are butterflies, but how could she help him overcome the obstacles he faced?

    A mom worries when she knows not every kid is a butterfly.

    By the time Liam was in middle school, he was developing more and more interest in computers, software, apps, and games. He would play online games with others and found it so much easier to interact online where he was anonymous. 

    Marc and Amber were glad to see him spreading his wings, at least virtually. They were glad he was actually connecting with people he didn’t know. They talked with him about being safe, and not allowing himself to be lured away from the house, or to let anyone have access to his own computer from the outside.

    With impatience, Liam said, “Of course not.”

    They knew he was intelligent as well as self protective. In spite of being so withdrawn, he was also pretty savvy. They hoped that playing these games would help him develop social skills in a way that would eventually pay off in his life in a bigger sense.

    Maybe a Party Would Help

    They encouraged him to invite friends over…maybe have a party. He looked at them aghast.

    “A party..? I have one friend. I don’t know people to invite to a ‘party’ for gosh sakes. But thanks for trying.”

    Ok, so not all kids are butterflies. Amber knew so well that Liam marched to a different drummer. Even so, she tried to get acquainted with the parents of the one friend Liam spent time with. She encouraged Liam to invite the friend — Jason — to spend the night. She was always always looking for ways to help Liam branch out, relax, enjoy life, and make friends, even in little ways.

    Not all kids are butterflies, but Cecie was...she never met a stranger.

    Meanwhile, Cecie’s social life bloomed constantly. She had slumber parties, pedicure parties, cookie swaps with her friends. She was always busy, always enthusiastically planning something new and exciting. It was all Amber could do to keep up with her daughter’s schedule.

    You might say she had a child on each end of the extreme. One was such a social butterfly, she kept Amber exhausted. The other was such a loner, it kept her worried about whether he’d ever be able to function in the world.

    She loved them both so much.  How could she prepare both of them for what life would throw at them?

    By the time Liam was in high school, his academic accomplishments were remarkable. But he refused to attend the awards ceremonies each year to receive his rewards for his performance.  He wanted nothing to do with the crowded auditorium and the noise of all those people talking. Not all kids are butterflies, but it grieved Amber that her son couldn’t go to the ceremonies for the rewards he had earned.

    By this time he had refused to go into another barbershop or hair dresser’s for a haircut. Again, he just couldn’t handle the noise or the people he didn’t know. So his hair grew. And grew.

    And he spent his waking hours outside of school with his nose glued to the computer screen.

    Not all kids are butterflies, some prefer to be alone at a computer.

    But, Marc and Amber had to admit that it wasn’t all bad. Liam was developing real, marketable skills in the thousands of hours he spent on the computer. He’d learned how to design and build apps and had even sold one to a business that offered fishing guides and tackle.

    Even so…how would he go to college when he couldn’t handle noise or strangers? How could he live in the dorm…? How could he go to work eventually and support himself?

    Permanently Dependent Middle Aged Child?

    Amber pictured…in her mind’s eye… Marc and herself in their 60’s with their son in his 40’s still living at home and interacting with the world on his computer. What if he didn’t overcome this? It wasn’t that a job like that wouldn’t be honorable. It was that there needed to be more to his life than a computer screen. Marriage, children, baseball games, skiing, hobbies…all the things people enjoy when they aren’t working. It made her sick to think of her beautiful son withdrawn and dependent on his parents to protect him from a world of people and places. Sure, not all kids are butterflies, but didn’t he deserve to be happy? Was he happy?

    She just didn’t know how to help him.

    She and Marc talked about it from time to time, wondering how they might encourage his development. Such a gifted young man, but hidden away in his own personal cave.

    Then, Marc read about depression and social anxiety. He recognized the symptoms that he saw in his son. Armed with that insight, he googled  treatments for depression as well as treatments for social anxiety. IV ketamine treatment kept emerging in the articles he read. 

    Apparently, ketamine treatment demonstrated effectiveness in many cases of depression, and for some, could relieve the symptoms of social anxiety. He learned that social anxiety could critically interfere with social development, job interviews, and independence.

    He talked with Amber about what he’d learned. 

    Parents worry about their children, especially since not all kids are butterflies.

    That Liam’s extreme withdrawal could actually be symptoms of a condition, as opposed to just being his personality. His sweating palms, shaking hands, frozen facial expression were caused by anxiety. And it could be treated. 

    He also talked to Amber about herself. Sixteen years of worrying about her son had become almost obsessive, and her tensions, fears, and exhaustion might also be symptomatic of depression and anxiety in her, too.

    Amber agreed to call a doctor in their area who’d been mentioned in one of the articles they read. She made an appointment for all three of them to talk with the psychiatrist.

    The doctor wanted to see Amber and Liam individually, then she spoke with all three together.

    She agreed that ketamine treatment could be of great benefit to Liam, and could open up so many possibilities for him. She also agreed that Amber’s stress had worn down her resilience and hope. 

    The doctor encouraged the family to consider ketamine treatment for both of them, with the understanding that ketamine isn’t for everyone. In some cases, it didn’t result in the desired outcome…at least, initially. But in the vast majority of cases, it could be transformative…and even lead to remission.

    Hope Rises

    Liam felt hope for the first time in is life. He really wanted to receive the treatment, and they scheduled him for the infusions to begin that day. Maybe it could turn out ok that not all kids are butterflies. Maybe just maybe?

    Not all kids are butterflies, but social anxiety can be helped with ketamine treatment.

    Amber was reluctant at first. But when she saw her son’s transformation over the next few weeks, she agreed with Marc that she should schedule treatments for herself, too.

    Liam felt better after the first treatment. He felt like a load was being lifted off him. With each infusion, he felt more relaxed, more comfortable in his own skin, and more at ease with others. He signed up for the debate club at school and excelled at each competition. His confidence grew as his team mates praised him and patted him on the back.

    Amber was amazed at Liam’s improvement. But it was like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. However, after her own third infusion, she noticed feeling better. She continued with 7 infusions in all, and found herself flooded with hope, confidence, and creativity. 

    As a family, the four of them began to enjoy each other in a new way.  They laughed together with Liam cracking as many clever jokes as Cecie did. Liam found himself spending more and more time with his friends on the debate team, sometimes at his house, and sometimes elsewhere.

    Confidence Helps Him Excel

    Ketamine treatment can help with social anxiety and help you make friends.

    By the time he graduated with his hair pulled back in a man-bun, he had earned 3 scholarships for the university he planned to attend. It no longer mattered that not all kids are butterflies. Liam was excelling for who he was.

    Liam looked forward to college and to living in the dorm. He was ready to leave home and spread his wings. Marc and Amber could hardly contain the gratitude they felt about Liam’s blossoming.

    And Amber had the energy and initiative to enjoy her husband on a new level, without the worry that had kept her captive for so long. She found new things to do with Cecie and enjoyed the trips they took together exploring universities for her.

    Parents worry about a child with social anxiety, but ketamine treatment can help.

    Sometimes the stress of one family member spills over into others in the family. Sometimes there are those who suffer in the most obvious way, but others who suffer in the shadows.

    Ketamine treatment is versatile, and can treat a variety of conditions. 

    If you or your loved one has suffered from symptoms like Liam or Amber did, and nothing else has helped, call us.

    We want to see you bloom and enjoy the best you, you can be.

    Give yourself the hope, creativity, confidence, and resilience you need to live your best life.

    Lori Calabrese, M.D. is on the front end of the race to stop PTSD in its tracks using IV ketamine treatment.

    To the restoration of your best self,

  • What To Do When Letting Go Breaks Your Heart

    What To Do When Letting Go Breaks Your Heart

    When your child makes bad decisions and he's grown, letting go breaks your heart.

    “Kayle!  Kaaaaaayle!! Are you home?” No answer. Beth called again, then ran upstairs to check his bedroom. She knocked on the closed door. “Kayle?” Silence.  Beth opened his door, and there was Kayle, sound asleep. The room smelled like body odor, and his dirty clothes were piled on every surface, and hanging from every protrusion. It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon. Had he been asleep all day? “Kayle! Wake up!! It’s 4pm and you need to get up. Did you look for a job today? Were you up all night?” Kayle’s sloppy life style, lack of motivation, and self absorption was getting to her.  She and Sean, Kayle’s dad, had reared him to be responsible and hard working, but it didn’t seem to work as well with Kayle as with the other two. They knew they needed to put their foot down. But little did they know, they were about to find out what to do when letting go breaks your heart.

    Kayle’s older sisters were both good students, and worked at jobs while carrying a full load in college. But Kayle was the youngest, and the least motivated of the three. What was most upsetting was that he seemed to lack the moral fiber they had tried so hard to instill in their kids.

    When Sean got home from work, Beth talked with him about Kayle. 

    “Whatever we’re doing with Kayle, it isn’t working. He seems to have gotten into a pattern of staying up all night and sleeping all day. He’s caught up in himself and his friends, without taking responsibility for his own life. I think we need to think about requiring him to pay rent or else get his own apartment. Something that will force him to get a job and take responsibility for himself. What do you think? Since he finished high school he seems to think he’s on a permanent vacation.”

    “Whew Beth! What brought this on?”

    “I got home at 4 this afternoon and he was sound asleep. Clearly he’d been asleep all day. He’s not building his own life…it’s worrying me to the bone! To make matters worse, he needs a shower and his room smells like he does. I seriously wonder what goes on at night while we’re sleeping…”

    You worry about your son when he's making bad decisions - letting go breaks your heart.

    “Ok, ok Beth. I see what you mean. I’ve been so busy with work I hadn’t realized what he’d been up to. Let’s talk with him this weekend about his options.”

    Beth and Sean went to bed… and at about 1:45 am the doorbell rang.

    “What the heck..??” Sean picked up the bat he kept by the bed and headed downstairs to see who was at the door at this time of the night.

    He opened the door to two police officers.

    “Is something wrong? We didn’t call 911.”

    One of the officers spoke up. “Is Kayle Jackson here?”

    “Yes, he’s in bed. May I ask what this is about?”

    “We need to speak with him please. Would you wake him up?”

    “Yes, OK. Would you like to step inside?”

    Sean let them into the entry hall, and went upstairs to wake Kayle. When he reached his room, he tapped on the door then opened it. No one was in Kayle’s bed. In fact, Kayle was nowhere to be seen. By now, Beth had donned her robe and met Sean in the hall. A slow dread creeped up the back of her neck…the feeling that they were about to find out what to do when you have to let go…and letting go breaks your heart. 

    “What’s going on?”

    Letting go breaks your heart when the police arrive for your child.

    “The police are here and want to see Kayle. But he’s gone! No sign of him!”

    Sean quickly returned downstairs and told the police that Kayle wasn’t in the house and he was supposed to be in bed.

    One of the officers handed Sean a card, and asked him to call him immediately if he heard from him.

    Sean and Beth couldn’t sleep the rest of the night. They made coffee and sat together in the living room. Their hearts were gripped with fear for Kayle, and they were also angry that he was up to something dishonorable…whatever it was.

    As the light of dawn shone through the windows, they heard the kitchen door open and close. Footsteps padded through the house toward the stairway, then they saw him.

    “Kayle?”

    He stopped in his tracks and spun around to see them both sitting in the living room. Busted, he thought.

    His dad asked, “Where have you been??”

    “Just hanging out with friends.” Kayle shifted his weight from foot to foot.

    “Kayle, the police were here. They’re looking for you. What have you done??”

    Kayle cleared his throat, then said, “I’m sure it’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it.” He turned to start up the stairs.

    An angry dad demands his son be respectful and take responsibility for his actions.

    “Kayle Sumner Jackson! Don’t you dare blow us off. It IS a big deal when police come to the door at 2 am looking for you. I have the phone number they left and you need to call and find out what it’s about. You have a lot of explaining to do, and we have to talk about decisions that need to be made.”

    “Dad..Mom…I am not going through this right now. I’m not going to let you intimidate me. I’m certainly not going to call them. Right now I’m going upstairs to go to bed. I’m no longer a kid, and I will make my own decisions.” With that, Kayle ran upstairs and slammed his bedroom door. Once again, the realization hit them that they were going to have to let go and letting go breaks your heart.

    Sean and Beth fumed. Where did their son get the nerve to treat them so disrespectfully?? 

    The doorbell rang. Again.

    Sean answered the door to the same two officers. It was now 6:30am.

    “Hello, Mr. Jackson, we followed Kayle here, and saw him enter your house from the back. May we come in? We need to take him into custody before he escapes again.”

    “Yes, come in. But what is this about..?”

    The officers told him they needed to speak directly to Kayle. They started up the stairs to find his room.

    When your son is arrested, you have to let go and it breaks your heart.

    Sean and Beth heard them announce themselves and then heard some scuffling.  Then Kayle and the two police officers started down the stairs with Kayle in handcuffs.

    “Mr. Jackson, we’re placing your son under arrest.”

    They walked out the front door, led Kayle to the patrol car, opened the back door and guided his head down into the car. After closing him into the back seat, they drove off.

    Sean and Beth were speechless.

    Stunned.

    Something inside Beth snapped. Shattered. 

    What was happening to her son? Where did they go wrong? What would happen to Kayle? What would it be like for him in jail? All night long?  And then what?  This wasn’t likely to go away. 

    WHAT had he done??

    Of course, they called their lawyer friend. Asked him to find out what Kayle was being charged with. What should happen next?

    Beth felt like she was in a time warp. She couldn’t think, her heart felt like a stone in her chest. How could they have been so oblivious?  Letting go was breaking her heart…

    Days turned into weeks and revelations abounded. Kayle had been involved in selling prescription drugs to students. Where did he get them?  How did this happen? As charges were filed, and he was arraigned, it became more and more clear that Kayle wasn’t the innocent but lazy kid they thought he was. He had been selling these drugs since he was in high school. 

    The police had too much evidence for the lawyer to make this go away. When they visited Kayle in jail, there was a hardness about him. He wasn’t sorry for breaking the law, just sick that he’d been caught. 

    Sean was angry.

    A slow, hot, boiling rage burned inside him. Beth was heartbroken. She’d wanted to protect Kayle from anything like this ever happening. She’d tried to guide him when he seemed to be veering off during his teens. But apparently, he had connected with friends who influenced him to partake in activities that were illegal, and unfortunately he’d gotten away with it until he was breaking the law in a serious way.

    Beth felt like she was walking in a gray sludge. She felt so crushed. So heart broken. She couldn’t separate her heart from her love for Kayle. She wished she could protect him. But Beth also felt furious, betrayed by him, and abandoned. How could he turn his back on all they stood for? He knew better. 

    When you let go, it breaks your heart.

    It took weeks before she could cry. But one day she decided to clean his room, and gathered up his smelly laundry… and sat down and cried and cried. She poured out her heart, her loss, her fear, her disappointment.

    After that, it was like she just went through the motions. Her emotions seemed dead. She felt hopeless. It felt as though Kayle was dead, except he wasn’t. He was still her baby, her youngest, and he was vulnerable in that jail with all those other criminals. She was just sick about it. Her sense of helplessness warred with her desire to protect her son and the recognition she needed to let him work out his own life, mistakes, and consequences. It was all unbearable to her. Letting go was painfully breaking her heart.

    Kayle’s story was a blur. He was arrested, without remorse, faced trial, was convicted, and sentenced to 3 years in prison.

    A few months after he went to prison, Sean sat down with Beth and talked with her about the need for her to let go, and try to live for her family and for herself. He reminded her that she had two more children besides Kayle, and a husband who loved her. He emphasized that as heartbroken as they both felt, Kayle had made a series of terrible decisions over a period of years. They both still loved him and would love him whether he was in prison, or free. He was their son.

    Beth told him she just couldn’t function. She felt so dead inside. And she knew that grief contributed to it. But she had absolutely no energy to do anything or care about anything. She didn’t know how to find her real self again. She knew she loved her husband and family, but couldn’t seem to express it. Everyone saw it. Letting go of Kayle was breaking her heart.

    “Beth, honey, I’ve been talking to our friend Ben. Since he’s a psychiatrist, I thought he might have some ideas to help us through this. He pointed out that my ongoing rage is probably a symptom of depression… that this isn’t uncommon in men. And he said you really sound depressed to him — though he couldn’t diagnose you without talking to you. 

    “He suggested IV ketamine treatment.

    “He said it’s been providing extraordinary relief to people around the world who are depressed. Maybe that could be a possibility.”

    Sean and Beth went together to the doctor Ben had recommended for a consultation. Even though their symptoms presented so differently, they were both candidates for IV ketamine treatment. A family friend drove them both to each treatment. After the second one, Sean noticed the anger that had consumed him seemed like it was dissolving. After the third treatment, Beth began to feel the stirring of some emotion. 

    They continued until they felt better. Sean received 8 treatments, and Beth received 10 plus a booster a month later.

    By that time, they were both finding joy in daily living, laughing while they prepared dinner, talking freely again. Their letters to Kayle were much more upbeat and hopeful. And Kayle was sounding better and better. He was remorseful that he had not tried harder to build his life when he had the chance, and was turning a new leaf for his future. He planned to go to city college when he got out.

    They hoped that was true, but knew only Kayle could make that happen. Still, they would support him if he did. They’d learned a lot about letting go and how it can break your heart.

    In the meantime, Sean and Beth made an effort to visit the girls at school periodically, to keep their family close. They were just so relieved that they had the energy and motivation to do it.

    When you let go of worrying, it makes room for loving.

    Sometimes a family can seem shattered by a serious crisis. 

    Sometimes we need help to pull the family back together and re-establish purpose and connections.

    A treatment like ketamine can put the tools for growth and healing back in your hands. 

    If the stress of a severe crisis has worn you down and you’re experiencing symptoms like Beth or Sean, call us.

    Ketamine treatment isn’t for everyone. We evaluate you carefully to determine if you’re a candidate. And if you are, we can work with you to rediscover your best self. We can help you recover by showing you the steps you can take to be who you strive to be.

    Give yourself the best advantage for a rewarding and fulfilling life.

    Lori Calabrese, M.D. is on the front end of the race to stop PTSD in its tracks using IV ketamine treatment.

    To the restoration of your best self,

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