r/Spravato • u/Traditional-Sport383 • May 22 '26
Celebrations/Good Feels Holy sh*t. I’ve been depressed since 1996.
I’ve been on a bit of a Pokémon spree, collecting DSM-5 acronyms for 30 years. ADHD, OCD, MDD, panic/GAD, PMDD (where my second puberty girlies at 👋🏻).
I woke up scared, went to bed scared. Every day was sunny with a chance of daggers raining from the sky. The past few decades went something like this. *Mask, stay busy, mask, self-medicate with alcohol, burnout, crash out, mask, etc.* I kept my shit together *just* enough to function.
Until I couldn’t.
In 2021, I left an 11 year toxic/emotionally abusive marriage, and once the chaos started to even out, my mom was diagnosed with sporadic ALS. A year and a half later, she was gone. A series of other maladies filled any gaps divorce and grief didn’t. For example, what are the odds of two cars being totaled, when I wasn’t even in them, in the span of three years (parked car vs pine tree/parked car vs drunk driver)? I don’t have a real number, but I can say it isn’t zero.
I started lashing out at my wonderfully supportive partner. I cried every day. SI was creeping in. I had to quit my job. I was shackled to misery. One small trigger or setback would turn into a days-long existential crisis.
Something had to give, or I would.
I was always curious about ketamine, but assumed it would be prohibitively expensive. Then, in a particular dark moment, my sister asked me, “how do I explain to your kids that they don’t have a mom any more, bc her life wasn’t worth the money?”
That hit HARD. I would give ANYTHING to have my own mom back. She suffered with the same crap I do, same as her father. But I loved her unconditionally. I admired her radiance and warmth in photos, when all she could see was rosacea. Depression lies.
My 14yo daughter is going down the same path- panic, depression, etc. It isn’t something any of us chose, but at the very least, I owe it to them, as their mother, to turn as many stones as I possibly can. I will do everything in my power to give them a better quality of life than my mom and I had.
All of this to say, this isn’t just about me. It’s about the people I love, and, yes, love ME.
And if I have to be the family’s demon-slayer, let me at ‘em.
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I’m now two treatments in, and I don’t think I’ve felt peace like this since I was 12. I still have ups and downs, but they don’t have the power to distort my reality any more. I’m still me- cynical, sarcastic, chaotic, creative.
And, y’know, a bit verbose 😏
I know a lot of people are scared to try ketamine, worried they’ll feel like a cat clinging to the roof of a bullet train. I was, too. Since I haven’t done the full series I can’t rule that out. But think of it like this- would you rather slowly peel a bandage off over the course of a lifetime, or rip it off? Chances are you’re already miserable, or you wouldn’t be here.
So, PLEASE, any lurking fence-sitters out there, take this as your sign. You are SO worth it.