I don’t remember when Prozac hit the market because I was a child in 1987. But from what I’ve read, it was a hallelujah moment; a turning point; a triumph of great magnitude. The prescriptions started flowing like honey. My dad started taking it. And when I turned 16, I did too.
Over the years I’ve been prescribed all the SSRI’s, taking them individually and in various combinations. As a class of drugs, they haven’t done the trick when it comes to my dysfunctional chemical messengers. But since we can’t measure things that don’t happen, I imagine I’ve benefited, maybe significantly.
Nevertheless, I’ve been told by doctors that I have “treatment resistant depression”. What an awful thing to tell a person–how hopeless it makes one feel. Maybe it’s the SSRIs and not me; a new study shows they just don’t work that well.
So 31 years later, here comes ketamine. Ketamine’s not new of course, but it’s new for treating depression. Seems like another watershed moment. But psychiatrists I know aren’t singing from the same hymnal this time. Articles I’ve read share notes of ecstasy and uncertainty. The dissidence gives me pause.
Ketamine was the drug used frequently in cases of date rape. Could that connection be any more distressing to potential consumers? NO, I don’t think it could.
And yet it’s been shown to ease depressive symptoms in a matter of hours. Oh my God, that’s amazing.
Part of me wants to jump in the deep end and do it.
Part of me says I’m fine with the old faithfuls.
How are others feeling? I’d like to know…