After my sixth Ketamine treatment, something unexpected shifted — not just my depression, but the explosive rage episodes tied to bipolar disorder. This is the small but meaningful relief I didn’t see coming.

Treatment-resistant depression is brutal, but after eight days since my last treatment, I finally felt a stretch of real stability. Sleep returned, mood leveled, and for once, the Wild Wild West of my brain quieted just enough to feel like I could breathe again.

Depression doesn’t always look like collapse. Sometimes it looks like functioning until you can’t anymore. This is my story — and why asking for help shouldn’t require a crisis.

A brutal week without sleep pushed me right back to a familiar truth: sometimes survival means surrendering control and letting Lithium take the wheel. As I wait for my next ketamine treatment, I’m hanging on by a thread — honest, scared, and doing everything I can to stay alive until relief shows up.

Ketamine Round 4 cracked me open in ways I didn’t expect — a longer lift from bipolar depression, a deeper emotional unraveling, and a reminder of how quickly sleep deprivation can push me toward the edge. This is what the k-hole really looks like when you’re fighting to stay alive.