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Ketamine Experiences: Would I Be In An Unfamiliar Environment With Unfamiliar People? And What If I Have A ‘Bad Trip’?

Ketamine Experiences: Would I Be In An Unfamiliar Environment With Unfamiliar People? And What If I Have A ‘Bad Trip’?

My partner shot a sidelong glance at me as we pulled up to a giant, stunningly modern house in Mar Vista before my first ketamine experience.

“You got this?” He asked.

“I got this,” I replied — a little nervous, but hiding it with a smile and a quick thumbs up.

I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the car before I lost my nerve. As I struggled to unwedge a giant tote full of blankets, medication, and sunglasses out of our tiny Mini Cooper, I heard a small, strong voice call my name.

“Sylvie! You made it!”

I turned around to see Maggie, my ketamine therapy concierge, hop out of the house to give me a hug and welcome me inside.

“We’ll take good care of her!”

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She called back to my boyfriend, ushering me inside. He gave her a slight smile and took off as I stepped inside, heart pounding slightly. We were thinking the same thing: This was either going to be an incredibly therapeutic, transformative experience… or I was about to get initiated into some sort of painfully hip, new-age L.A. cult, never to be seen again.

Luckily, it was the former.

I met Dr. J* through a friend of a friend. He was a doctor building a ketamine therapy clinic in Los Angeles who wanted to talk about content strategy and media. I’m a creative director at an internal media agency.

Maggie, Dr. J. and I immediately connected over a Google hang, and a few weeks later, Maggie asked me if I wanted to get in on a “friends and family” offer with Dr. J at a reduced cost. All of this in exchange for writing up a thorough review of the process, my experience, and offering any thoughts as they refined everything for a wider circle of clients.

Although I’ve dabbled in psychedelics over the years (mostly mushrooms, with a light smattering of… other substances), I had never done ketamine. I had also never done therapeutic drugs under the supervision of a doctor or therapist. I was instantly intrigued by the offer, but also a little wary: I would be in an unfamiliar environment with unfamiliar people; what if I had a “bad trip?”

So far, my psychedelic experiences were incredibly positive, and mostly involved the following:

  • Giggling with friends until our sides and mouths hurt from laughing
  • Watching a Joshua Tree breathe in and out
  • Taking a magical dip in a friend’s pool

I decided I was familiar enough with meditation and breathing techniques, my own set and setting, and drugs in general that the potential rewards outweighed the risks.

I replied “Yes! Very interested!” to Maggie, and we set a date.

The Pre-Session Before My Ketamine Experience

My pre-session process included filling out two relatively extensive intake and consent forms, as well as reading a bunch of material provided by Maggie/Dr. J (and, of course, doing my own frantic Redditing/Googling. I didn’t sign up for this because I’m the picture of mental stability!).

The consent form covered all the usual medical stuff to be expected — do I have a history of high blood pressure? Which medications am I taking? Am I currently under the care of a doctor?

The intake form was a little more broad, asking about my experiences with psychedelics, as well as my intentions and what I wanted to explore during the session.

I also had a 45-minute pre-session video call with Dr. J, where we went over my form and discussed my physical + mental health history, as well as any questions I had.

I learned that there are a few ways of administering ketamine.

One is nasally, through a spray containing esketamine — which is similar to, but not exactly ketamine. This is the only treatment currently available as a prescription (e.g., covered by some insurance companies) as a treatment for treatment-resistant depression.

However, Dr. J said he wasn’t as impressed with the clinical efficacy of esketamine, and preferred sublingual ketamine (via a lozenge that dissolves in your mouth), IV ketamine, or an intramuscular injection.

Based on the fact that I mainly wanted to use the session to address some general depression and existential fears, he recommended an IM injection based on my weight. Dr. J also prescribed me an anti-nausea medication to take the morning of the ketamine experience, which I immediately clocked as a huge benefit to doing drugs with a doctor. What a perk!

As the date of my treatment grew closer, I got weirdly nervous. I say “weirdly” because I’ve never felt that nervous about trying something new, but the clinical setting and all the preparation going into it was getting in my head.

One of the documents Dr. J sent me recommended journaling about my feelings, and something I kept reading over and over was about not trying to have any expectations about the trip. Just let the medicine take you where you need to go, and all that hippie stuff. Hmmm.

The problem with this was that I had a lot of expectations about this session.

I’ve struggled with major depression since I was a teenager. In my twenties, I learned that my grandmother had to be institutionalized at one point for her depression, which made total sense to me. Although I’ve never been committed, I’ve self-medicated with alcohol and other destructive/impulsive habits.

Whether it was spending thousands of dollars and countless hours on a therapist and psychiatrist’s couch, or trying tons of medications, from Ativan to Zoloft, this was my previous treatment method. I also developed a crippling, existential fear of death my senior year of college.

Whatever you do, dear reader, please do not take an astrophysics class and then Google “eventual heat death of the universe” after several college-grade bong rips. That interfered with my REM cycle so much that I had to go to a sleep clinic.

Over the past few years, I’ve done a lot of hard work on myself to help address some of these feelings. I quit drinking (and am still “California sober”), run as a hobby, pour energy into my own creative pursuits versus getting bogged down at my day job, practice mindfulness, and eat more vegetables.

I still think medication is great, and you can’t out-GOOP mental illness, but, for me, those things help.

Still, sometimes, in the small hours of the morning, even after a 10-mile run and a lovely dinner with my partner and a candlelit bath, I get so anxious about death that I feel like I’m hurtling 100 mph towards a brick wall.

Or I feel an itchy blanket of malaise wash over my brain, dampening my neural connections and pulling over an ugly, damp blanket of depression over my serotonin receptors.

Could ketamine therapy help those small fires I couldn’t stamp out with any other tool in my toolbox?

What My Ketamine Experience Was Like

Back to the Mar Vista manse. I stepped inside an airy entryway and Dr. J greeted me warmly.

After a few minutes of chitchat, Maggie left and we stepped into a small dark room with a bolster-type pad on the floor with a pillow and lit candles. I admitted I was feeling a bit nervous.

“That’s normal,” Dr. J. said gently.

He handed me a pair of wireless headphones and an eyemask, and asked me to make myself comfortable on the bolster.

“I’ll be sitting right here during your treatment, making sure you’re supported and taking a few notes. If you ever feel like you want some grounding, you can put your hand out to your side like this” — he demonstrated — “or on your shoulder, and I’ll come touch your hand or shoulder for a moment.”

I nodded and laid down.

“Whenever you’re ready, you can sit up, and I’ll inject you with the medicine in your arm. Then you just lay back down, and let the experience happen.”

I sat up quickly, wanting to get things started before I chickened out. He gently touched my arm, and, before I could even feel the injection, he said I could lie back down. I put the headphones and eye mask on… waiting.

Within 30 seconds, my body felt slightly warm and tingly in that “coming up” way that most psychedelics feel (for me, at least). I felt the medicine wash over me in waves, and practiced some calming breathing techniques — like an astronaut about to blast off into space.

Suddenly, I saw a billowing, giant tent over me — I was in some sort of prehistoric desert yurt. From there, I moved through a strangely organic, visual experience: I was at the top of an overcast mountaintop, seeing into eternity.

I was a tiny piece of kelp in a giant seaweed forest that towered thousands of miles above my head. It felt like I was inside a human blood cell. I was laying under massive ferns blowing over me.

The experience made me feel dazzled and child-like; as if I was on my first ride at Disneyland.

At one point, I started thinking about how weird it is that we have teeth, and laughed out loud. I also felt a headrush so intense — not unpleasant, but intense — that I put my arm on my shoulder for Dr. J’s support. He gently grasped my shoulder, grounding me, and I let go.

You know that scene in The Two Towers where Gandalf defeats the Balrog and goes through time and space, living a lifetime in Middle Earth years as he’s reincarnated into Gandalf the White? That’s the closest comparison I can make about my ketamine experience without sounding like a Burner who’s been at the Playa for one too many days.

My actual ketamine experience lasted about 45 minutes, but it felt so timeless — in a weirdly relaxing way. I had the overwhelming feeling that, although we’re different, we’re all from the same source, and to that source we’ll return.

Cheesy, I know, but very moving when you’re feeling that deep in your being.

I realized I shouldn’t be sad about myself or people I love dying. After all, it’s a miracle that we’re sharing this space and time together at all, and something to be grateful for. Besides, we’re all extensions of the same Thing. And one day, we’ll all be back at that source together.

I slowly came out of my ketamine-coaster, feeling fresh and vulnerable.

Dr. J. carefully welcomed me back to reality, encouraging me to rest for a few minutes and to take things slowly. He handed me two pages of notes where he had jotted down the time and what I had been doing — laughing, moving my legs, breathing rhythmically.

To this day, I have no idea what I did with those notes.

I stepped outside, where my partner was waiting. Everything was so bright. I warned him that I wasn’t up for talking in the car. However, I made sure to emphasize not to worry; the result was a positive, very powerful ketamine experience. We drove home and I saw the world like my brain had just taken a bracing, icy, fresh breath.

The Post-Session After My Ketamine Therapy

When I got home, all I wanted was a Sweetgreen salad and sleep.

I became acutely aware of how much I hated my phone; how unhappy that small rectangle made me. I didn’t look at it all night, and picked it up much less often over the ensuing weeks.

I felt as though my brain was a forest, with relatively healthy trees, but an insidious undergrowth of anxiety and depression I couldn’t quite get to. Ketamine was like a weed whacker for those nasty, overgrown vines, blowing them out of my system and giving my brain a hard reset. This feeling lasted for weeks, and even months, after my treatment.

I’m coming up on eight months since my session. Although the benefits aren’t as acute, the realizations I had during my ketamine experience ring true and sound. They’re a comfort to me when I get a little frazzled, when my jerk of a brain wants to conjure up thoughts like “everyone you love will die and be gone forever one day.

Two days after my session, I had an “integration session” with Dr. J. This is a necessary (and important) part of taking the experience and contextualizing it for everyday life and reality.

What I said during that session still feels true today: We are all different, but we are all One. God, I’m really sounding like an L.A. denizen now, aren’t I? If my New York friends find this piece, I’m never going to hear the end of it.

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Is Ketamine Treatment For You?

I’m not sure if ketamine treatment is right for everyone with anxiety and depression. Dr. J said the patients who had the most difficulty with it, in his experience, had trouble letting go of control. So it’s wise to take that into consideration before signing up for a session.

Me? I’m making decisions and am in control all day: At work, in my creative pursuits, at home. It felt nice to hand the reins over to a medication that blasted me off to the Moon (and beyond).

I also valued the opportunity to take this medicine in a space where I wasn’t partying with friends. Hell, that would only make me worry about their respective trips, instead of my own. It felt intentional, safe, and supported from the beginning.

Sure, some nerves are normal. But if you come into contact with a practitioner that gives you a bad feeling, it’s best to steer clear. It’s why it’s important to research a bit before starting ketamine therapy.

Overall, my ketamine experience was a 10/10, and I would do again as part of my mental health regimen. Preferably with a kind doctor who lives in a Mar Vista mansion.

*Using euphemisms for Dr. J & Maggie. Although everything was legal and run by certified medical professionals, the clinic is still in the development phase. I don’t want to inundate them with new clients/questions.

Sylvie Krekow

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Sylvie Krekow is a creative director, writer, and burrito enthusiast based in Los Angeles. She enjoys hiking with her dog, watching A24 movies with her partner, and playing Yoshi in Mario Kart.

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