My journey to ketamine began last June. The house I lived in was placed on the marketk and I had to move. The move put me in a funk. Santa Barbara was in the midst of May gray/June gloom and I began to wonder if I had seasonal depression.
My funk continued to worsen in August. So, I decided to give ketamine a try. My first session was an out-of-control, out-of-body, psychedelic experience. I felt hungover, nauseous, and low afterward and never quite processed the experience. A week later, I had my next session.
This time, I was given a higher dose, and this is where things went sideways. I had a death trip. I experienced being slowly buried alive, and I didn’t know who I was when I returned. After the trip, I felt as if I was living beyond my expiration date. I felt I was no longer meant to be alive.