Complete remission of major depression and generalized anxiety disorder occurred within 7-12 weeks of therapeutic nutritional ketosis during treatment with a personalized animal-based ketogenic diet (ratio 1.5:1) in adults with complex comorbid depression and anxiety engaged in a specialized metabolic psychiatry program.
No… Never have… Not even when my psychic side was unfolding as a child with ghosts, and endless strange events. My only fear was dad, mum, two sisters, one brother, whose lives were spent devising ways to hurt me, physically and emotionally. And getting me in trouble so l’d be smacked, threatened, warned, punished, left out of treats, lose pocket money earned, and telling out and out blatant lies about me. Since they’d quickly learned it started with my mum, who’d never liked me from conception (she told me that, so the rest was logically concluded by me). My younger brother once asked me why the whole family hated me, because, “l don’t, l haven’t seen you do bad things, you seem nice to me! I like you!” Which lit my life and helped me to survive. Sadly, he developed Parkinson’s and in recent years and l had to end my contact with him, because his medication caused him to sexually grab me, and talk dirty all the time, and phone me whilst he was watching porn and beg me to tune to the same channel, my refusal went unheard. So l was talking to my doctor, referral to his doctor, referral to the only Parkinson nurse in town, asking for help to moderate his meds, reaped no rewards. And l had to end my time with him, because he scared me, at 77 he’s very strong l’m not at rising eighty, and l was left in tears..So l barred him from my home. The devil’s advocate won again. I know God’s in charge, and one day in His presence, my little bro’ will laugh with his big sis’ again, without wrong intent. I was accused of being desperately “in need of meds” and a ‘shrink’, for sharing my psychic side to media at the Bishop’s request in 1972-1973, and so, l let the reporter chat to my own doctor, whom l’d afforded freedom to be honest on my mental health. He told the world on front page feature, “Jeanie has no mental health conditions!” He also squashed the reporter’s sarcasm that l’d said God speaks to me directly, as being insane. “Would you say the Pope was lying, or mentally afflicted for saying God speaks to him? If so why? He’s only a man! Why then, wouldn’t God speak to Jeanie?” My old stubborn Irish my doctor demanded in reply. Few would challenge him! And he knew my granddad was an Irishman too, he had my records. And we of Irish blood have strong links to God;-) and we don’t care if you laugh, so, we don’t stress about it either.