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As the needle went into my arm, I attempted to relax, knowing the ketamine would be uncomfortable as it entered my body. I groaned, the thick substance pushing into my muscle on an exhale. The nurse left the room, leaving me with my therapist as I sank into a recliner that reminded me of my dad. My therapist encouraged me to get comfortable as she played gentle music and started her guided meditation. Then I closed my eyes, and the ketamine kicked in. Hand in hand, I walked w

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