My attention was drawn back here tonight, so I thought I'd post an update, which will be a mix of medical protocol and personal story. My last post was September 2019, it's now 2022. Three years later. My health is magnitudes better now. I discovered a novel treatment for my disease and I have been in deep remission since April 2022. I'm resuming life activities that I haven't been able to fully do since 2015. So a major drag on my life is being eliminated, and I am cautiously optimistic. "Cautiously" because remission may not last, but if I get to 1 year of remission without any major gyrations, I will assume that this new method is golden as I have never made it 1 year before.
I resumed using psychedelic treatments for my mental health approximately one month ago, when my physical health reached a suitable threshold to tolerate it. When I was very physically ill, I had no physical resources to spare so even microdosing exhausted me.
I currently use ketamine intermittently now, as well as whole psilocybin mushrooms. I don't use them simultaneously, and I microdose both. Ketamine remains in the 10-15mg range, through IM injection. Mushrooms are 100mg or less. These seem to keep my mental health even keel. To help my recovery, I also do regular heavy exercise like weight lifting, swimming, long walks and nature hikes. My nutrition is on point, especially when it comes to minerals.
What I'm discovering now, after entering remission, is that I have a huge backlog of trauma and "stuff" that I had to stow away deep within myself in order to survive harrowing physical illness. When one is in survival mode, one doesn't have time to stop, catch their breath, and deeply reflect. I liken this to when you're in the middle of something important, like, say, trying to rescue a person from drowning. All of your energy and spirit are focused on keeping that person alive. Adrenaline is high. Everything is moving fast and you have to be 100% present, because one wrong move and it's bad news. Then you rescue the person, they're fine, and you go home. When you get home, you finally have a mental breakdown and sob for hours.
This is what is called healthy dissociation. Everybody does it. You stow something on the back burner because you have to, and then you unstow it later when you've reached safety. In my case, it wasn't another person I was trying to keep above water, it was myself.
So what I'm finding is that, now that I am actually safe and not threatened with being killed by a physical illness every day, I've become mentally and emotionally unstable. It's not 10 out of 10 bad, but it's like... HOLY SHIT, I SURVIVED. WHAT WAS ALL THAT BACK THERE? HOW DID I SURVIVE THAT? I CAN'T BELIEVE I WENT THROUGH ALL THAT. AM I REALLY HERE? FUCK FUCK FUCK.
And that's where psychedelics are helping me. To keep this topical, I will talk just about ketamine. I am doing 10-15mg by IM injection 1-2x weekly, usually in the evening. I accidentally titrated my original solution wrong and ended up IM'ing 50-75mg one evening, and I had a total meltdown. I felt like I was being pulled out of my body (dissociation) and it reminded me of all of the times I was on death's door and barely in the world. I was inconsolable and a friend had to come stay with me overnight. So I had to take a break and then return to microdosing at a later date. Now I seem okay. This is why I can't handle heroic doses of anything anymore. Where most people enjoy the "out of this world" feeling, I am desperate to feel in the world.
Small dosing is really helping me come to terms with my inner world. You know... the average person will immediately empathize with you if you say that you are traumatized from almost dying. But what most people won't understand is that there is trauma from not dying. Imagine, if you will, knowing with almost 100% certainty, with all your heart, that you're for sure going to die at some point in the not too distant future because your prognosis is terrible. You then construct a whole inner landscape based on the fact that you will be ending. Your whole world view, the way you relate to people, the way you take action in life, the things you prioritize, it all molds to the reality of impending death. It becomes a way of being.
Now imagine suddenly finding out that you're actually going to live.
Yes, of course you celebrate. But you also grieve, hardcore... because now there is this expansiveness of time in front of you, and a whole world of possibilities that you were not even prepared to deal with. To use an analogy, it's like grieving the fact that you didn't die. As weird as that sounds. I feel like a foreigner (no pun intended) trying to re-learn how to be in the world. Like I came back from the dead.
Ketamine is helping me with this. It's not only repairing the trauma brain, it's also granting gentle novelty so that I can become accustomed to the new reality that is in front of me. I still assert that ketamine's main benefit is for neurological changes associated with PTSD, whether it is simple or complex. It will not fix things like existential or situational depression. If your job sucks and you're depressed about it, ketamine won't help you. It has to be more like... your safety or very life has been in imminent danger in a sharp instance, or over the long term. Or you witnessed someone else's life being in danger. We're talking actual trauma -- the kind where adrenaline is high, hypervigilance is off the charts, and your poor human brain becomes like a deer in headlights, unable to process the immensity of it. So it doesn't try to process it at all. Your mind just splits off the full awareness of the event, and the physical brain obeys this command and shrinks back / down-regulates its own neurons so that you are blunted to reality. It's all self-protective, it's all about "getting away" from the thing that caused this. This serves you, to get you through the trauma, but once the trauma is long gone you are still brain dead and stuck in that configuration. Ketamine repairs the great web and helps your mind bloom again.
I'm concerned that many of the ketamine clinics appearing in modern medicine's "psychedelic therapy" world are using heroic doses, sterile environments, and charging obscene amounts of money. Don't get me wrong, if it's a choice between suicide and doing it their way, then just do it their way. But I personally would not be able to handle it. I obtain black market ketamine from a reliable source and I turn it into IM injections myself -- carefully. (If there is demand for the tech for this, I will make a post about it.)
A lot of these clinics are de facto IV k-holing patients and I'm not convinced that shell shocking a traumatized brain in this manner is appropriate. I think if you are deeply and irrevocably suicidal and you experience a k-hole, the psychological effect is shamanic and gives you a pseudo-death/life-reset experience. It makes you die without truly dying, which satisfies the suicidal mind-loop. That holds meaning. But... in terms of neurophysiological therapy, I am skeptical.
The institutions should not gatekeep this medicine. It shouldn't be super expensive. There should not be obscene profiteering. Ketamine's patent expireda long time ago. It's as simple as taking enough ketamine that you feel a VERY mild buzz without getting high. This repairs your brain. They need to begin trusting every day people to self-administer this and stop the proprietary crap through hospitals and outpatient clinics. I don't need a nurse to give me ketamine. I don't want a nurse to give me ketamine. When I do ketamine I require all human beings to go away.
Thank you for reading.