Dan and Teresa were worried. It had been going on so long, they couldn’t remember when it started. Their son, Will, had been a good natured boy growing up, and had shown responsibility and good intentions when asked to tend to tasks to contribute to the family. He had always had a sparkle in his eye, enthusiasm for family projects, and did his best to carry his weight. But somewhere along the way, he had become more passive, quieter to some degree…and less interested in conversation with his parents. Or at least it seemed that way. It seemed that he honestly didn’t care about much of anything. Dan’s worry about his apathy was eating a hole in his heart.

Why Was Will So Apathetic?

He didn’t have many friends as far as his parents could tell, and showed little interest in inviting them over. He spent a lot of time alone in his room, playing video games or watching TV. He’d been a conscientious student through middle school, but now his grades barely passed. When they set limits on his alone time, and insisted he do his homework, it made only the slightest difference in his overall grades.

Dan and Teresa tried to talk with him but he just didn’t have anything to say. He just stared at his lap and said, “I don’t know…” over and over.

It was maddening, frustrating, and irritating. But mostly they were getting really worried about him. They didn’t seem to know Will any more. That was the worst of it. That and the fear they felt for his future. Their worry about his apathy dominated their minds.

After racking their brains to try to think of something to draw him out of his funk, it occurred to them he might enjoy a family camping trip… and maybe he’d relax enough to talk… even a little.

Family Camping Trip

So they scheduled it for a 3 day weekend that was coming up, and packed up his favorite foods for the trip. They also rented a kayak, hoping he might enjoy paddling around the lake.

Will didn’t fight the idea of going, but he also showed no enthusiasm for it. Even this! Teresa was tempted to feel offended, but she tried to push those thoughts out of her mind. Hoping for the best, the family took off for a state park an hour away.

Teresa tried to strike up a conversation in the car, but Will only answered her questions with a single word: yes… or no. Finally, she popped in a CD hoping that music would soothe whatever was wrong.  

But what was wrong? Why did Will seem so disconnected? Did anything matter to him?

Dan was tied up in knots about it. He had trouble focusing on his job, or accomplishing much of anything. His intelligent and gifted son seemed to have checked out of life. In a couple years he would need to go to college to try to start to build his future, but Dan knew if something didn’t give, he’d never make it in college.

His fear for his son seemed to translate to stomach pain. The more he worried, the greater his pain. He knew he should probably talk to his doctor about it, but he just didn’t have time for this right now. It was such a distraction. He feared for Will. And his worry about Will’s apathy made him just want to put his fist through a wall. Would he ever be able to take care of himself? 

Will Sheds Some Light

Their camping was uneventful until the second day. Dan and Teresa were cooking fish they’d caught in the lake over an open fire. Will was hungry and enjoyed the aroma of the fish and veggies cooking. He broke the silence.

“Listen you guys, I know you’re worried about me. I don’t know what to say. Just don’t feel like doing much of anything. I don’t care about school or friends. Really, I don’t care about anything. But I don’t know why. I know I used to when I was a kid. But it’s like something died inside me. I don’t know what happened.”

Teresa put her arm around her son. 

“Thanks for opening up about it, Will. We’ll help. If you’re willing, we’d like to pursue some ideas to try to help you. Would you be willing to see a doctor?”

Dan added, “Sometimes pressures and hormones make it really tough to figure things out. Be patient with yourself, son.”

They ate the smoky food in silence, but some tension had been broken.

Dan Gets His Own Insight

Dan realized, in the relief of that breakthrough, that he’d let his own worry for Will overwhelm him and interfere in his life and work.  He’d become irritable with his wife and son…and avoided emotional intimacy with them because he couldn’t face the failure he felt about raising a son who wasn’t OK, who might not be successful. He’d lost faith that his son was going to grow up to be OK. 

He had to shake himself to remember that life can be messy. It doesn’t always follow a smooth, linear path to a happy ending. And his family needed him to be available, engaged, and caring. He needed to be on his game. But his worry about Will’s apathy was so intense at this point, he felt like he needed some help to be functional again…for his family and for himself.

After searching the internet to see what might help, he learned that ketamine treatment had proven particularly helpful for depression and anxiety. After studying what he could about doctors in his area who offered it, he settled on a psychiatrist with a strong reputation, and made an appointment to discuss it.

Dan Takes a Step to Get Help

It occurred to him that this same treatment might help Will, but he felt like Will needed some time to accept — and participate in — treatment, and he also knew that he needed help so he could help Will.

His initial consultation with the psychiatrist revealed he was actually depressed, and that since he had tried a couple different antidepressants (that didn’t help) the previous year, he needed something more.

IV Ketamine Treatment

So he was scheduled for IV ketamine treatment, which involved 6 or more infusions over about 3 weeks.

After each infusion, he felt a change. It was subtle at first, but by the third or fourth infusion he realized he was beginning to feel better about himself and his life. He felt some hope about Will, and began to know that Will was going to be ok with time and support.

He received 7 infusions in all, and continued to feel better and better over the next few weeks that followed.

A New Lease on Life

By then it seemed his patience had grown, as well as his insight into Will’s situation. Dan felt a new lease on life, to tell the truth. And he had more and more energy for engaging with his wife and son. He found ways to talk with Will that his son responded to favorably, and trust began to grow again between them.

Teresa was so relieved to have her husband back, and together they built their relationship stronger and deeper. Plus Will’s outlook began to also improve in that atmosphere.

Will finally told his parents he was worried about his own apathy, and that he’d like to talk to the doctor about ketamine treatment for himself. Watching the change in his dad gave him hope that maybe there was help for him, too.

The doctor explained that ketamine treatment wasn’t for everyone, but since Dan and Will were related and Dan had responded so well, chances were good that it could help Will, too.

As it happened, Will responded very well to his own ketamine treatment. Though he couldn’t tell any difference after the first few infusions, he could feel himself feeling again after the 4th. It wasn’t dramatic at first, but still undeniable.

After 8 infusions, Will’s motivation grew stronger, and initiative replaced the apathy that had plagued him. He started doing better and better in school, and by the end of the year was making A’s and B’s.  Confusion and brain fog gave way to more clarity. The future began to matter to Will, and he started thinking about what career he might want to prepare for in college.

Life Takes a Turn

Dan, Teresa, and Will grew closer after weathering depression, anxiety, and hopelessness together, then recovering together after ketamine treatment. They had forged a bond, and developed insights together they hadn’t had before. They no longer worried about anyone’s apathy — because it just wasn’t there anymore — and were free to enjoy the richer aspects of life.

They branched out socially, like they hadn’t in years. Will developed more friendships and Teresa and Dan began to get out more, too.

It’s amazing how restoration of hope and resilience can affect so many aspects of life.

But it can.

If you’re worried about a family member, and it’s affecting your performance at home or at work, you can probably relate to Dan. Or maybe you struggle with apathy yourself…?

Apathy may not be a willful refusal to ignore what’s important. It can be a symptom of depression. 

If you’re struggling a lot like Dan or Will, and you haven’t found anything that helps, call us.

As Will’s doctor pointed out, ketamine doesn’t help everyone, but it can be remarkably helpful to most who receive it. 

Applying your efforts to building a healthy infrastructure, living a lifestyle that supports joy, and eating a diet rich in flavonoids and healthy fats, you can increase the benefits you receive from your ketamine treatment. 

Let us help you celebrate your best self for a long time to come.

To the restoration of your best self,

Are you a young adult, say between 20 and 35 or so, and find it really hard to get out on your own? Maybe it’s been hard to do well in college, or to hold a job long enough to make real progress toward your independence and future. It can be daunting to know where to start, or start again, after feeling failure from your efforts time and time again. You’re not alone. The pandemic didn’t help. It seemed like it set a lot of people back. The declining economy, closed restaurants, universities reverting to online classes, making it necessary to live with your parents. Jobs fewer and farther between. When you’re struggling to get your life going, small bumps in the road can be like mountains blocking your progress.

Maybe you feel more defeated with every blow, every setback. Until staying with your parents in your family home is just your natural default existence.

Zach could sure relate to the way you may feel.  In his case, a series of events kept tripping him up, leaving him discouraged, humiliated, and feeling powerless. He was diagnosed with a chronic illness, Type 1 diabetes, when he was in first grade, and his childhood consisted of special diet, multiple blood sugars daily, occasional hospitalizations, and difficulty fighting infection.

It seemed as though he’d be going along fine with school work, then he’d get sick again from the latest virus, miss a couple weeks of school, then work on makeup work to catch up what he missed.

Over and over. 

There was always pressure from school work, managing blood sugars, sickness, and makeup work.

It was hard to find time to just relax and be a kid.

And then life got harder.

His parents’ marriage fell apart following his dad’s infidelity at the beginning of his senior year. He tried to hunker down and hold steady with his classes, but his grades slumped. 

Then he just felt abandoned by his parents who were both in a chaotic tempest of anger, betrayal, humiliation, anxiety, and depression. Over the next couple years, he found himself hunkered in his mom’s house, which had always been home to him. Just holding a simple job seemed to be all he could manage. Struggling to get your life going can be an uphill, near impossible quest.

He began to feel fundamentally flawed.

The people he went to high school with were halfway through college now or had jobs on a career path. Zach became more and more reluctant to visit restaurants or other public places where he might run into them. His feelings of shame and failure covered him like a lead blanket.

His mom worked to make ends meet. When she came home from work she was exhausted, bitter, and heartbroken. Zach avoided her. It had been 2 years since his dad left, and it was just too hard to continue being her sounding board.

Zach hadn’t felt supported in years, and he was barely treading water himself. Managing his diabetes in terms of diet, blood sugars, insulin, and doctor appointments was all encompassing. Sometimes he let it slide, and then paid a big price. 

His embarrassment about not going to college, and having a menial job…until he got laid off…made it too hard to face friends.

He heard about a job opening at the local auto parts store, and put in an application. He hoped it would give him a chance to excel over time and might be more rewarding than fast food preparation.

Thankfully, he was hired for the job. Surely this could be a new beginning for him. It offered health insurance, which would be a huge help. He felt hope creeping up inside him for the first time in years.

Zach really tried to make this job work. He was on time every day, and worked hard to learn the manuals, protocols and understand the organization of the store.

By the time he’d been there 6 weeks, he was beginning to feel like he was doing a good job and proving himself a valuable employee. His struggling to get his life going just might be paying off. Then, he had to be admitted to the hospital for diabetic ketoacidosis, a condition that sometimes seemed to happen no matter how closely he managed his blood sugar.

He was in ICU for 11 days, and his boss acted like he was skeptical about whether Zach was a good fit for his store.

Then a month later, COVID happened. His boss laid him off, as he could only support a skeleton crew for the store.

And once again, Zach’s hope was crushed.

Zach looked for ways to make income online.  He tried one thing and then another. But nothing really panned out.

As weeks turned into months, and months gave way to years, he began to realize he may never succeed at anything. He tried to help his mom out by cooking a meal now and then, doing some laundry… using the vacuum every month or two.

But the longer he stayed home, the less motivation he had to change his life.  He just kept trying to get through the days. He read books, watched TV, and posted on Facebook. But he just lost his gumption to get out of the house. He lost confidence that he could accomplish anything.

Eventually he made some online friends and stayed in touch with them. He could be anonymous but feel some sort of connection.

Still, it didn’t change the fact that his self respect was shot. 

Zach so wished he knew how to turn his life around from struggling to get it going.

After 2 1/2 years of the pandemic, the world seemed to be opening up and he decided to find some way of improving his life.

He called the boss at the auto parts store to see if he’d hire him again. Nothing came of that.

So he started researching. His symptoms, his disappointments, his failures.

It looked like — from what he learned — that he might actually be depressed.  

That had never occurred to him.  He’d just felt so ashamed. But apparently he wasn’t alone in his struggle to get his life on track. He researched his symptoms of poor motivation, feeling defeated, always struggling with his health, things happening beyond his control, the stress of his chronic illness, trying to hold a job only to be let go due to hospitalization, and on and on.

He found out he could get help with psychotherapy and possibly even more with ketamine treatment. 

It was an eye opener to consider that his feeling of failure was more likely deep and persistent depression.

Was he really struggling to get his life going, or was he too depressed to succeed?

And that maybe, just maybe, with therapy and treatment he could still gain the ability and skills to build a life.

Zach talked to his dad for help with payment and he agreed to help. Zach wanted so much to break out of his “stuck” place in life and build some kind of life he could be proud of. After reading up on psychotherapists in his area, as well as ketamine treatment, he called and scheduled treatment.

Zach had read that there were better outcomes when ketamine treatment and psychotherapy were scheduled in conjunction with each other, so he began therapy, then began to incorporate ketamine infusions. After about 5 infusions, he began to notice changes in his outlook. As they moved forward with infusions and therapy sessions, Zach realized his hope was growing. His courage to reach out for job interviews grew. Finally, he realized he wanted to go to school and study to be a therapist himself.

So he enrolled in the local university and, with his parents’ help, he took a full load to help him earn his degrees sooner.

With the help of ketamine treatment and psychotherapy, Zach laid a new foundation for building his life. The struggle to get his life moving had become more manageable. He decided he was just a late bloomer, and felt deeply grateful for the changes he was able to make, the better footing he established, and that he completed his degree in 3 years. Years that would have just been more hanging out at home without the treatment he had received.

What about you?

Do you feel like you’ve been stuck? Has it felt like you were thwarted at every turn as you tried to build a life for yourself? Did the pandemic make it all that much harder?

If Zach’s story sounds familiar and you’ve been unable to get on track in your life, call us.

Ketamine treatment may give you the boost you need to overcome depression and anxiety, and invest yourself in your future.

We’re here to help you get better and experience the hope to change your life.

To the restoration of your best self,

When you google “top 5 stressors for marriage,” you get a lot more than 5 stressors. Things like finances, a new job, moving, in-laws, children, health crisis, poor communication, and major changes are just a few. But when you combine in-laws, health crisis, finances, moving, and major changes into one avalanche, like moving an aging parent into your home, the stress and impact can be crushing. Tom and Jannette knew this first hand. They’d been married 17 years, their children were teens, and they had a pretty full life. Until Tom’s mom seemed to be growing less steady on her feet, and displaying some confusion. When aging parents need your help, you do what you need to do. But who will help you?

Tom’s dad had died 6 years before after a sudden heart attack, and his mom had been doing ok trying to get through her grief and rebuild her life. Then the confusion started. And after that, she had a couple falls. So, Tom and Janette began to worry about her in a real way.

It wasn’t like their life was relaxed or leisurely.

With 3 teenaged children they were always on the go. Attending parent teacher meetings, soccer practices (and games on weekends),  gymnastics, church, and choir practice. Plus both Tom and Janette worked, and the kids had school projects and daily homework. Their lives were full to the brim.

But when Gran started falling, they realized they had to do something to help her and keep her safe. They couldn’t afford a nursing facility, and she had always been adamant she’d never want to live in a place like that…she insisted she’d die of loneliness. So they cleaned out the guest room, and moved her in. Aging parents need your help sometimes. You can’t ignore it. After all the love they’ve given you, you feel like you have to find a way to help.

Within the first couple weeks, they noticed things about Gran they hadn’t seen before. They probably hadn’t been around her enough to realize it, but she was showing signs of more confusion than they expected.

She would wake up in the morning and put on her clothes over her pajamas. They soon realized they needed to help her dress. A few months later, after they helped her dress she would take everything back off. By that time she started losing control of her body functions and required a diaper.

They would empty the dishwasher only to find she had reloaded it with clean dishes.

Then they’d notice the washer running, and look inside to find it stuffed with her clean clothes.

Their full-to-the-brim life reached a pinnacle of overwhelming and crushing futility. The simplest routine task became ten times harder, more complicated, and time consuming. Jannette often reached a point of tears, as she plodded through her responsibilities. Tom was doing his best to help with everything, but his efforts continued to fall short, too. With the changes they’d made since Gran moved in, it was becoming harder and harder to make ends meet. But when aging parents need your help, you give it.

Getting the kids to their various activities was overwhelming. Gran had begun slipping out of the house when no one was looking, and had gotten lost once. It required the help of the police department to find her and bring her home. So to keep her safe, she could not be left alone — ever. 

The result was that they bundled her up in the car every time they left, ran an errand, or took kids to their activities. More time. More arguments.

Jannette grew more and more run down, exhausted, and hopeless. She was doing the best she could to keep the family functioning — and her mother-in-law safe — but it never seemed to be enough. She cut back on her hours at work to try to accommodate the needs at home. Less money now.

Futility. Overwhelming futility.

Jannette felt like she was drowning. 

When she saw she just couldn’t seem to get up anymore and do what she needed to do, she saw her doctor to see if he could help. It wasn’t hard for him to connect the dots after listening to her story, and realize she needed to see a psychiatrist. She was in crisis and treatment was necessary.

He referred her to a psychiatrist he trusted, who brought her in for an appointment the next day. They talked about her situation at home, about her kids’ lives, and about her mother-in-law’s pressing needs. She asked her if she ever thought about ending her life.

She looked her in the eye…held her gaze.

“Yes.”

She explained stress, and the damage it can do when you’re under the kind of intense stress that doesn’t let up. How it can lead to compelling, overwhelming suicidal thoughts. And how ketamine treatment can stop those thoughts to give you the freedom to seek treatment, and give you the time you need to get better, without the life-threatening thoughts.

They agreed to begin infusions the next day. Jannette didn’t know what to expect but so hoped this would help.

Then, Jannette realized the following afternoon that she hadn’t thought about dying all day.

She went back for another infusion that week and realized she wasn’t thinking about, or visualizing, herself dying like she had been…so many times every day she couldn’t count them.

But she also noticed something else. There was a sort of lifting inside her… an elevation where her heart was… she wondered if it was the beginning of hope…

As a result of her treatment, she was able to talk with Tom about what she’d been going through. They realized that as much as they loved Gran, they had to find a different solution.

In going through her papers, they found she had provisions for long term care that would help pay for her to be admitted to a memory care facility, so she could be kept safe. She would have support, and would eat nutritionally balanced meals, and they could visit her often.

They faced that Gran’s needs combined with the needs of the family were too great a cost for Jannette, so they set out to make hard decisions, and follow through with changes, that would help Jannette get strong and healthy again. 

Sometimes you can have the best intentions, but the cost can be too high.   

Their oldest child, Jason, had a driver’s license now, so the family sat down to make a schedule that would lighten the load on Jannette. They scheduled 3 visits a week with Gran at her new home. One visit to be made by Tom on the weekend, one made by Jannette on Tuesdays, and one by their son Jason with his sister Chelsi on Thursdays. When your aging parents need your help, you find ways to give it. This schedule gave Gran lots of family contact, while allowing their son to participate in activities of his senior year, and allowing Jannette some down time. 

Jason would take Chelsi and their sister Heidi to gymnastics, cheerleading practice, and choir.  

Within a month or two, the family’s life began to calm down, and become more rewarding, while allowing the time and freedom for healing, and peaceful contemplation occasionally.

After Jannette’s ketamine infusions were completed, she found she was feeling better and better, as time went by.  She received 7 infusions in all, and began seeing a therapist, too, to help her make progress more efficiently. She also read that she could progress more effectively if she really invested her effort when she had the urge to do something productive or to show care for herself.

All the steps she took were working together to help her improve.

Jannette experienced hope seeping in, and over time, she got her feet under her again.

She began to visit Gran on the weekend with Tom. They noticed Gran was sometimes not recognizing them, but they did their best to make her feel loved, and they would do that going forward. When your aging parent needs your help, there is a way to help if you look for it.

Tom told Jannette that he was sorry she had gotten so run down before they took steps to support her. She explained that she was thankful that while Gran was still lucid they could keep her in the heart of their family. And yet…she was so thankful they had an alternative when it got to be too much.

If you have been helping a family member, and are experiencing burnout, or the symptoms of major depression and/or suicidal thoughts, and if nothing has helped…call us.

We understand how hard it can be to overcome the stress of a difficult life, and overcome the exhaustion…and depression.

Sometimes a caretaker has to take a time out to restore and heal. And sometimes they need more than that.

We specialize in providing ketamine treatment, and are here to help.

May 2023 be a year of new beginnings for you and those you love.

To the restoration of your best self,

Ryan blew out a breath. He felt like the walls were closing in on him. He’d been working at this company for 9 years, and for some time now, he didn’t feel like he was contributing his best work. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he just didn’t have good ideas like he used to. Something akin to brain fog had been filling his head for so long he could hardly remember being sharp and productive. Most of the time he felt like he plodded along, doing grunt work. He was worried he’d lost his edge. Somehow, his job had turned into drudgery, and he felt like he was always playing catch up. Then one day his boss came to his office and closed the door. Not a good sign. “Ryan, as you know your annual evaluation didn’t carry a very high score. I’m sorry to have to do this….but…you’re fired. Gather your things and security will be here shortly to escort you from the building.”

“What???”

“You heard me. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you know this company operates on the performance of its employees. Your performance has been way down for over two years. My hands are tied.”

Ryan’s dignity shriveled in his gut. His self respect shriveled with it. He trudged down the hall to the supply room to find a box for his stuff. Head hanging, eyes staring at the floor, shoulders slumped…this was surely the worst day of his life. When you get fired, it soaks into your very core, eroding away your sense of worth.

He was too stunned to analyze what happened…or why. He just kept putting one foot in front of the other to get a box and load it with his belongings because security was coming to escort him out of the building whether he was ready or not.

After security walked him to his car, he stopped at a bar before driving home. What would he tell his wife? She would lose all respect for him and probably leave him.  He’d been trembling ever since he got the news, and he just had to find a way to get a grip. He needed to be strong for Trina.  He needed Trina…he didn’t want to lose her. But why would she stay with a loser?

The pain and shock of the morning loomed before him. It was hard to get his thoughts to work. Who would ever hire him again? With a failure this serious on his record, what did he have to offer..? But without work, how could he take care of his family? Pay bills? Would they lose their house? Their cars?

The more he worried, the more he worried.

Fear of the future threatened to knock him to his knees.  He could think of no solutions, just failure, shock, loss, and despair.

When he arrived home, Trina was in the kitchen. She turned to see him with a look of surprise.

“What brings you home so early in the day?”

“We need to talk. I had a terrible blow. Let’s sit down.”

They walked into the living room and sat on the sofa.

“What is it, Ry?”

“I can hardly say it out loud. I honestly feel so shocked…and ashamed. Got fired this morning…”

“Fired?? What happened?”

“My boss told me my performance has been down for 2 years. He said it was out of his hands. I know I haven’t felt as sharp for awhile…like my head is full of cotton. It’s been hard to come up with new ideas, or to make clever contributions. But I had no idea I was on the verge of losing my job. I’m so sorry Trinie.”

“Oh Ry, I’m so so sorry. What a terrible blow.”

“The worst of it is that I have no idea what to do. How will I get hired somewhere else with this on my record? And how can I perform somewhere else when I couldn’t perform at the job I had? What’s wrong with me?”

Trina instinctively knew she needed to help reduce the stress Ryan was feeling right now, before he could move forward. He was close to panic and that would only work against him.

She made him some lunch, put on some music, and they sat down to eat. She held his hand and told him as tough as things looked right now, they were going to get through this together.

“Somehow, Ry, everything is going to work out. It will.”

After lunch they went for a walk together. Trina told him about her friend Jill, whose husband had been depressed and is seeing a psychiatrist. Ryan rolled his eyes. 

“Try to listen to me, Ry.

“Jill’s husband’s name is Paul. He’d been in a funk for months and finally decided to see a psychiatrist who told him he had major depressive disorder. He and Jill were shocked by that. They knew he was irritable, and sort of bland, but they didn’t realize it was depression. He tried some medication that didn’t help and finally was encouraged to try IV ketamine treatment. It was a series of 7 or 8 infusions — I don’t remember — but it helped him dramatically. He says he’s thinking more clearly, feeling creative, far less irritable, and feels optimistic for the future.

“Jill says the biggest change that she’s noticed is that he enjoys moments, food, their time together and with the kids. It’s his ability to enjoy.”

Ryan was quiet.

“I wonder if those changes in mental clarity and creativity are common. Without that kind of change, I’m worried whether I can function in a new job, not to mention successfully interview for one.”

Trina paused thoughtfully, then said, “Let’s find out. Let’s look through the internet when we get back and see what we can learn. It seems like there may be some real hope here.”

And they did just that.

A day that began as one of the worst days of Ryan’s life, the day he got fired, wound up to be one with sprigs of hope popping up all around. They learned that Ryan had apparently developed major depression, based on all the symptoms they found listed. He kept wishing he’d realized it before so he could have done something about it before losing his job. But he was hopeful with treatment he’d be able to rebuild his career and his life.

He was so thankful for Trina. Her unconditional love propped him up and gave him courage he hadn’t had that morning. And the way she dove into problems seeking real solutions made problems seem to shrink.

He called for an emergency appointment with a psychiatrist they found who offered ketamine. After a trial with medications that didn’t seem to help him at all, he was able to schedule IV ketamine treatment.

He began to notice some improvement after the 3rd infusion, but it was so subtle he wasn’t sure if it might be his imagination. Then after the 4th infusion, it seemed there was a little bit of elevation.  Strange, hard to describe, but unmistakable.

After the fifth infusion, he began to feel hope. And he noticed spurts of emotion that had been silent before.

The sixth infusion was right before Thanksgiving, so he had to wait over a week for the 7th one. That turned out to be positive for him. For some reason, that resulted in the 7th infusion being more potent, and he found himself laughing on the way home. After that, and the 8th, he got better and better. 

Ryan and Trina made a point to go for a walk every afternoon, to get fresh air and to enjoy the sounds of leaves rustling in the trees, and see birds flying. Taking the time to relax and enjoy those times rocked his recovery.

Finally, Ryan began to prepare so that he could be astute for job interviews. The benefits of ketamine treatment showed up in his social ease, his patience, his creative ideas, and his hope.

It only took several interviews until he was hired in a new company. By that time he’d been out of work for 6 1/2 months, and his energy, skills, and creativity were working again.

It turned out that the atmosphere in the new company was far better suited to Ryan’s nature and work style than his old job had been. He never could have dreamed he’d be happier there, but he was.

Losing a job, especially being fired, can be a traumatic and damaging experience. Some people never get over it. Others are able to adapt and move forward. But if you’re depressed and plagued with anxiety already, before you’re fired, that’s just a heavier load than anyone should have to carry.

IV ketamine treatment can help.

If you got fired, or were laid off, don’t despair. Your life can go on. You can go on.

If you’ve had a traumatic blow, and you’re suffering from depression and/or anxiety like Ryan, call us.

IV ketamine treatment may give you the advantage you need against these debilitating symptoms, and give you the open door to hope and restoration. Give yourself the chance to strive for remission of your symptoms, so you can embrace your life with joy.

To the restoration of your best self,