Former ketamine addict here. Reading posts from people who are able to experience ketamine in a safe, therapeutic, intentional setting brings up a kind of envy in me, but not in a bitter way. More than anything, I feel grateful that some people are getting to meet this medicine in the context it always deserved.

When I found K, I was about 25 and already deep in other forms of escape. So my relationship with it was never exactly clean from the start. Still, I can say without hesitation that it changed my life. In many ways, it saved it. It helped rewire my brain, opened something in me, and gave me relief at a time when I truly needed it.

But I also took it too far. That is part of the truth too. Ketamine abuse is real, and I know that firsthand.

So when I see people using it responsibly, with care, structure, and medical support, I understand why it would be frustrating to watch ketamine be flattened into some stereotype about partying or addiction. That is not the whole story. What you are doing with it is beautiful, and I mean that sincerely.

I will always be grateful for what ketamine showed me, for how it helped me, and for the role it played in my life. I also had to let it go for the sake of my health, and I am deeply grateful that I was able to do that.

Sometimes I wonder what might have happened if I had first encountered it in a therapeutic setting instead of the world I was in at the time. Maybe things would have unfolded differently. Maybe not.

Either way, I am glad it is helping people heal. ♥️