Today I attend my last Day Program session. TMS has ended. Ketamine is back to maintenance. Recently I was attending 15 hours of therapies a week. And now I’m back to my personal Therapist, which is one hour a week.
I do have ketamine biweekly yet, and I attend my face-it men’s depression and anxiety support group. Going to one (or more) clinics per day made me feel like something was happening. Like regardless of my personal progress, it felt like maybe something would kick in and start helping.
Honestly, my upcoming “therapeutic exercise” has kept me busy and excited, and given me a positive kind of anxious. So it’s hard to tell if I’m any better. But I suppose that’s just as good?
I want to say I fell in love with everyone on my care team. They’ve been so nice, patient, kind, and wise. From the techs who sit with me while I get my head hammered to the therapist facilitators. I will miss the mission of having frequent therapy, but it’s really the people I will miss the most. They rock.
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