At first, I was pensive about ketamine infusion therapy. As someone who came of age in the 70’s and 80’s I was familiar with use of ketamine at clubs or raves and heard stories of “K-holes” wherein the user becomes dissociated from themselves and others for a brief time. “Is this ‘drug taking’?” I asked myself. “Could I lose my mind?”. Not at all. When it is infused by an experienced practitioner, the dosage, the rate at which it enters the body and the critical “set and setting” are carefully controlled. Did I “lose my mind”? I lost my un-happiness. From a certain perspective, in-so-far as I have identified “my mind” or even myself as the one who suffers, then yes. More accurately however what happened is that I tacitly understood that I am inherently free from bondage to suffering. Rather, suffering is my own activity, a sort of habitual pastime, rather than a fixed and immutable condition. Regarding the doctor and staff, I have no doubt about their sincerity and professionalism. I feel that they genuinely want the highest good and best outcomes for their patients. I feel perfectly safe in their hands. Eric Johnson