Ketamine, TMS, a fecal analysis: my year trying San Francisco’s most experimental depression treatments

Carly Schwartz wanted a solution for her mental health struggles. She found one, but not where she expectedOn a threadbare carpet in the living room of a Bernal Heights bungalow, I lay blindfolded on my back. Two middle-aged rescue terriers, one missing an eye, sniffed my feet and climbed up and down my legs. F**kin’ Perfect by Pink blared in the background, but the music sounded muffled and distant, like I was listening from underwater.It was 1pm on a Thursday. Instead of going to the office, I...