05/30/2026
I was a six-figure ER doctor getting suicidal on shift.
Not because of the patients. The patients I could handle.
Because I was trapped in a career that was destroying me, and I couldn't say it out loud.
I had built a life that looked correct from the outside. ER physician. Twenty-five years in. The word "fine" became the most dishonest sentence I said every week.
I tried three SSRIs. Each one for long enough. The receptors stopped responding. I thought I was getting worse. I now know there is a word for it. Tachyphylaxis.
I thought I needed to try harder. Push through. White-knuckle it.
Willpower does not grow dendrites.
The first IV ketamine infusion I had personally shifted something I had been trying to shift for a decade.
I built AlphaOmega Wellness for the person I used to be. The hiding-it, "I'm fine," still-showing-up-but-not-actually-present version of me.
If you have been the same person, I want you to know two things. You are not weak. You are dysregulated. And dysregulation is fixable.