This process combines a form of silent meditation with neuropharmacology — reprocessing memories via old photos while blasting the prefrontal cortex with supra-physiological dopamine levels. The Blood-Brain-Barrier must be crossed, and it must be strictly timed and controlled, while ensuring sufficient “ripcord medication” is available to halt the process.

This is achieved via prescribed medication, nothing particularly fun unfortunately, applying a timed combination of precursor + releasing agent + receptor agonist + potentiators CYP450-3A4 and CYP450-2D6. Regardless of the prescribing aspect, the combination is finely tailored to my neuro-chemistry and has been adjusted over the course of years - it is not for broad consideration or recommendation. In varying ways over the past three years, these dopaminergic alterations have been extremely challenging to manage, process, adapt, adjust, and come to terms with in their entirety.

Neural reprogramming via dopamine therapy is exceedingly dangerous territory when not managed correctly, and is not to be considered any kind of fun or pleasurable. The risk-profile is extensive: deconstruction of self-identity, parasympathetic + autonomic nervous system malfunctions, chronic sleep deprivation, tremors, hallucinations, time-slippage, and the stripping away of sanity. The potential benefits are life changing, bordering on a form of salvation from neurological trauma and post-traumatic stress disorder.

During this time the purpose is to reprogram the brain’s altered response-pathways, repairing damage from trauma and its hold on sensory processing and associative recall. Secondary improvements exist, which include taking an α1-adrenergic blocker after treatment (in this case a “non-selective inverse agonist”, named Prazosin), which settles down the autonomic system.

The Evolving Science of Memory Extinction

Prior to completing my seemingly never-ending research paper, here’s a synopsis on the technical aspects regarding “why this works” as a treatment for scenarios involving a Post-Traumatized Brain. That term is not as common as it should be; there are a lot of people who have experienced various forms of TBI - from mild to severe. The affliction is an often desperate condition which benefits fromPolytrauma Systems of Care.

Let me count the ways in which Traumatic Brain Injury is both caused by or by which manifests its existence to the external world of the unawares.

1. blunt-force impact trauma (me)
2. forms of cerebral ischemia (me)
3. environmental exposure leading to neurogenetic disorders
4. neurodegenerative diseases like Parkinsons and Alzheimers
5. severe emotional trauma causing irreparable alteration to neurotransmitter homeostasis (me)
6. cerebral aneurysm, stroke, grand-mal seizures, cerebral edema, cerebral anoxia

How about some raw data analysis? Everyone loves the facts, hopefully?

The following screenshot is from a wonderful study about Sequential fear generalization and network connectivity in trauma exposed humans with and without psychopathology, which was discussed in a recent post from the Institute for Neuroscience at the University of Rochester.

The full paper is fascinating, highly recommended reading. Moving on…

Dopamine Modulates Episodic-Memory Mapping

Why do we care so much about dopamine’s role in the brain? First, consider the neurological potential which arises as a result of boosting its metabolic precursor l-3,4-dihydroxyphenylalanine, aka L-DOPA. This is an amino acid derived from L-phenylalanine and L-tyrosine, which are effectively at the top of the brain’s food-chain, and when that is increased the brain has more fuel to synthesize dopamine for the therapeutic process. From the research links referenced below we have a list of essential findings and results.

Administration of L-DOPA - Key Findings

1. L-DOPA after extinction consolidates context-independent extinction memory and reduces fear relapse in healthy participants.
2. In women with assault-related PTSD, post-extinction L-DOPA reduced fear responding
3. Mis-timed dopaminergic enhancement can strengthen reconsolidation of the original memory; careful windowing is required.
4. PTSD shows broad impairments in learning and extinction; dopaminergic augmentation is a plausible lever but not standard of care.

Post-Administration Evaluation of Care and Metrics

Indeed. It’s important to keep track of the results and involved metrics for the medications, doses, timing, and end-stage emotional + physical impact assessment. Considerations are given to the following list as well.

1. Dose and windowing are critical to success and repeatability
2. Target the post-extinction consolidation window for Cmax/Tmax levels
3. Avoid dosing on “strong reactivation without extinction” to mitigate reconsolidation
4. Post-care medication tracking, timing values for adrenergic and sympathomimetic reduction curves, potential fear/threat response mitigators, CNS suppressant options

Research on PTSD Dopaminergic Therapy

Before engaging in any of this mad-scientist approach to problem solving, I read a lot of research on the topic. It’s an ongoing area of scientific inquiry.

While I do love science and all of its potential, I should clarify one thing: I am so goddamn tired of dealing with PTSD on an daily basis. The years of damage from sustained episodes of trauma have broken the programming structure for endogenous dopamine management, among other concerns. Not enough dopamine, you’ve got some big problems, as it is responsible for keeping us alive and healthy and happy and successful.

That endogenous situation is a crucial component for this form of therapy to be effective. It’s not just reprogramming memories, it’s concurrently back-filling the malformed neural network etchings, those disordered flows of catecholamine firing-flags (Fight or Flight Response programming: adrenaline, norepinephrine, as well as dopamine). It is a process of setting the roads straight, detangling, erasing, replacing.

• The precursor is the fuel which provides the base metabolic requirements
• The releasing agent boosts conversion of the precursor into the hormone
• The agonist tells the hormone’s receptors to hang on tight and for longer

At coordinated-curves, the result is substantially higher circulating dopamine in the brain — namely the PFC (prefrontal cortex) where memory consolidation and processing occurs. Peak reprogramming requires substantially higher circulating dopamine — plus an awareness for proper management of the effects and inevitable side effects. Caution must be exercised.

This is the kind of situation where the patient has a debilitating injury for over two decades — has tried effectively everything — and are now fully into the realm of experimental approaches to “just get it fixed, somehow, please”.

🧠 PTSD & Intrusive Memory Studies

Tap to expand. Search below.

1. Neuromodulation of Visual Cortex ▼

Hypothesis: Inhibiting early visual cortex during reconsolidation will blunt the affective “gain” on intrusive images.

Cause: Brief memory reactivation → 1 Hz rTMS over early visual cortex (human analogue-trauma paradigm).

Effect: Reduce visual-cortical contribution to intrusive image salience.

Observation: Emotional intensity of intrusions ↓; frequency & explicit memory unchanged.

rTMS Visual Cortex Reconsolidation

🔗 PMC8754386

2. Traumatic Stress Alters Visual Reactivity ▼

Hypothesis: Acute trauma perturbs basic visual-cortex impulse responses that track intrusion symptoms.

Cause: Recent trauma exposure; checkerboard visual stimulation during fMRI.

Effect: Visual sensory reactivity/connectivity shifts underpin later intrusive symptoms.

Observation: Visual-cortex reactivity associates with PTSD (especially intrusion) symptoms; altered visuo-sensorimotor connectivity.

fMRI Visual Reactivity

🔗 Nature (2025)

3. Intrusive Memories: fMRI Study ▼

Hypothesis: Encoding in amygdala & ventral occipital cortex predicts which moments become intrusive.

Cause: Trauma-film encoding during fMRI.

Effect: Stronger amygdala–visual encoding → more intrusions.

Observation: Higher amygdala & ventral occipital activity at encoding predicted later intrusive memories.

fMRI Amygdala Encoding

🔗 PLOS ONE

4. Neural Basis of Involuntary Recall ▼

Hypothesis: Specific encoding patterns in visual–limbic circuits determine involuntary trauma imagery.

Cause: Trauma-film task with later intrusion tracking.

Effect: Identify visual–limbic signatures that drive involuntary recall.

Observation: Encoding activity patterns in occipito-limbic circuits predicted later intrusions/recall.

fMRI Encoding Limbic

🔗 Psych Med

5. Propranolol & PTSD Symptoms (RCT) ▼

Hypothesis: β-adrenergic blockade during reactivation disrupts reconsolidation, weakening trauma memory affect.

Cause: Oral propranolol before weekly trauma-memory reactivation sessions.

Effect: Noradrenergic dampening of restabilization → symptom reduction.

Observation: Greater PTSD symptom reductions vs placebo; supports reconsolidation-blockade approach.

Propranolol Reconsolidation

🔗 PubMed

6. Propranolol in Chronic PTSD (DB-RCT) ▼

Hypothesis: Same as above; test efficacy in chronic PTSD.

Cause: Reactivation + propranolol vs placebo (6 sessions).

Effect: Attenuate emotional weight of memory.

Observation: Both improved; no overall drug–placebo difference; signal in most-severe subgroup.

Propranolol Chronic PTSD

🔗 Nature

7. NEJM Prazosin Trial in Veterans ▼

Hypothesis: α1-blockade during sleep reduces adrenergic drive → fewer nightmares & symptoms.

Cause: Nightly prazosin vs placebo (26 weeks).

Effect: Lower central NE tone during REM/sleep.

Observation: No benefit vs placebo on nightmares, sleep, or global PTSD.

Prazosin Veterans

🔗 NEJM

8. Single IV Ketamine (JAMA Psychiatry) ▼

Hypothesis: NMDA antagonism acutely boosts plasticity to downshift pathological memory traces.

Cause: Single sub-anesthetic ketamine infusion vs midazolam.

Effect: Rapid plasticity → fast symptom relief.

Observation: Rapid PTSD symptom reduction (24h–1wk) vs control.

Ketamine NMDA

🔗 JAMA Psychiatry

9. Repeated Ketamine Infusions (AJP) ▼

Hypothesis: Repeated NMDA modulation yields more durable remapping of threat circuits.

Cause: 6 ketamine infusions (2 wks) vs midazolam.

Effect: Strengthen extinction/modify memory networks.

Observation: Significant PTSD severity reduction; first RCT showing efficacy in chronic PTSD.

Ketamine Repeated Chronic PTSD

🔗 PubMed

10. l-DOPA After Extinction (Women with PTSD) ▼

Hypothesis: Dopamine boost post-extinction strengthens safety memory to prevent return of fear.

Cause: l-DOPA/carbidopa immediately after extinction (fMRI).

Effect: Enhance consolidation of extinction (“remap” threat→safety).

Observation: Reduced reinstatement/return of fear; amygdala patterns support extinction memory.

l-DOPA Dopamine Extinction

🔗 PMC

11. MDMA Therapy & Brain Activity (fMRI) ▼

Hypothesis: MDMA-AT retunes brain networks during trauma recall, lowering visual-imagery contrast.

Cause: Active MDMA sessions within a Phase-2 protocol (pre/post fMRI).

Effect: Increase adaptive FC; dampen amygdala–insula coupling; modulate visual areas.

Observation: ↓ amygdala–insula FC; reduced cuneus contrast; trend ↑ amygdala–hippocampus RSFC.

MDMA fMRI Therapy

🔗 PMC

12. Phase-3 MDMA-AT RCTs (Nature Medicine) ▼

Hypothesis: MDMA fosters fear extinction & reconsolidation updating via neurochemical surge.

Cause: MDMA vs inactive placebo alongside fixed therapy protocol.

Effect: Reopen plasticity; enable trauma-memory “remapping”.

Observation: Large symptom reductions; many no longer met PTSD criteria.

MDMA Therapy Phase-3 RCT

🔗 PubMed 33972795 / 37709999

This is an ongoing research indulgence, a topic very close to my heart. ❤️

Remembering the Past - Photographic Neuro-Therapy

How about some examples from this past week. Generally these are simple captures of points in time, however these are linked to specific time periods of my life when PTSD events occurred. When I see them there is a flood of emotion and physical response: elevated heart rate, deep intake followed by shallow rapid breathing, the echoing surge of norepinephrine from fight or flight response, and inevitable accompanying psychological aversion. These are the effects to be remapped, the process of meditation and cognition-alteration with which to be engaged.

Considerations of Creative-Emotive Outlets

I used to love painting, and perhaps if there were more space for all of my many projects then I would try to get back into the process. Creativity and artistic expression are relaxing and healing; it’s true. Looking back, my last one was a 6’x4’ canvas in acrylics, which I had finished for a contract-design.

After the “assault by gunpoint incident” I simply could not hold a brush, could no longer see the future of the paints upon the canvas, no longer imagine beautiful images finding their way from mind-to-hands. Creativity in that manner simply ceased, and I’ve not been able to resume. Having to stop was like losing part of my identity, connection to passion, vibrancy.

Coming to Terms with Physical Scars

Circa a few years after the coma, we see those two scars which never heal. Sometimes I put concealer on them, sometimes I lose interest in covering them for the sake of the visual public. I’ve written so much about this already, there nothing much new to say right now. I returned, and I live with that fact — feeling every moment.

Early Life and Times in a San Francisco Career

The innocent early years in SF, commonly engaged in expressions of “overly formal” attire for the west coast tech industry. Those occurred at the same time as the gun violence, domestic violence, and desperation-inducing medical trauma. So, how does one already trauma-laden young woman cope with more, while attempting to climb the corporate ladder? Any way she can, an escape artist, international travel, constantly moving, preferring to replace the pain with newness and knowledge.

Coping with a Returning To American Life

There is only so much to say about my most recent return to the USA, moving back to take a mostly-dream job running a hardware research lab. This photo was taken during the initial months when my PRL level began to skyrocket off the reference range; that growing trendline on the many successive blood tests proving tumor growth on the Anterior Pituitary Gland; the Suprasellar-Fossa Meningioma and its migraine inducing Optic Chiasm concerns would arise some years later.

The anterior pituitary secretes a number of peptide and glycoprotein hormones that regulate various cellular processes including growth, metabolism, reproduction, and response to stress or trauma. The hypothalamus regulates the anterior pituitary via secreting “releasing hormones”, somatostatin and dopamine.

The physicians in America ignored my concerns, ignored the labs, ignored everything about this brain tumor for FIVE YEARS until an eventual MRI was ordered. Memories from those five years are extraordinarily difficult to remap, part of an ongoing source of simmering rage underscoring every medical encounter with that health organization. The pituitary tumor was only one marker in a complex set of endocrine system dysfunctions. Regulating its effects in the early stages would have prevented a chain of events from which my body will never return to baseline.

So much physical pain, emotional suffering, and secondary orders of impact could have been prevented if only they had listened (if only anyone had listened) to this one woman’s reproductive system concerns. The medical industry doesn’t care about women - we’re not often profitable enough. Now eight years later, symptom remission requires a forever-expensive and stressful managed condition, but at least thus far I’ve avoided invasive brain surgery.

Parting Thoughts for Project Restoration

The past is not so easily escaped, nor resolved, or often acknowledged — and so it may never heal. However, with sufficient care perhaps these memories may be laid to rest, if not remapped by way of modern self-administered neuroscience miracles. ❤️

Cellular Echoes, a Multi-generational Legacy of DES

Having touched on this in the first post, this section is intended as a refresher. Partially this is intended for raising awareness to a problem which affects millions of people born during the 1950s - 1980s, when DES was administered to pregnant women via medically good-intentions but without awareness to its long-term effects on the mother, children, grandchildren.

Diethylstilbestrol (DES), a carcinogenic endocrine disruptor, has multi-generational adverse effects through disruptions to the neuro-endocrine system and DNA mutations impacting cellular and hormonal development. These mutations can manifest as cancers, metabolic disorders, reproductive dysfunction, chromosomal abnormalities, and chronic neurological conditions (migraines, tumors, lesions, dysautonomia).

This genetic legacy is a backdrop upon which my life was built, which resulted in innumerable divergences of a normal-healthy path, from fulfilling desired physical expectations, procreation, and so much more.

A Reset to The Rules of Engagement

Memory is a skill we easily take for granted, often assuming it accurately captures reality as it unfolds. We’re taught that our experience of the present occurs in real-time, yet in reality, there is a slight delay—signals must first travel through the nervous system and undergo processing before being encoded as memories within the brain’s dura mater. Memory is the brain’s intricate mechanism for translating sensory input into meaningful emotional and behavioral responses, shaping our understanding of both internal and external worlds.

This complex neurological system depends heavily on balanced neurotransmitter function to accurately encode experiences and guide our daily lives. Severe trauma, as seen in PTSD, profoundly disrupts this delicate neural language, permanently altering pathways—especially dopaminergic circuits—that influence emotion, cognition, and behavior. Once formed, these trauma-induced changes can become deeply ingrained, often irreversibly affecting one’s neurological landscape. Coping with severe PTSD thus requires lifelong adaptation, reinforcement of coping strategies, and an ongoing, difficult journey toward acceptance.

Fragmentation of memory can be understood as a memory disorder that includes subjective and phenomenonological facets directly impacting the ability of an individual to recall memories in an integrated and holistic way.

In my seventeenth year I would drive to SF at night to take photos before dawn. Over the years this favorite city of mine became a source of severe and lasting trauma.

The impaired person usually suffers from physical damage to the hippocampus. This may be due to the result of trauma, such as post-traumatic stress disorder… consequences, such as oversensitivity to some stimuli, impulsiveness, lack of direction in life, impacts to existential awareness, emotional dissociation, and often a distorted perception of oneself… requiring the patient to mask their concerns and despair.

Together We Drifted Toward The Void

Eventually, the lifeboat fell apart — the house of cards collapsed. Across the eras of a beautiful yet fractured life, layers of trauma accumulated, intertwining at the point of my near demise, when in the same year I lost my twin. We had endured those early years closely together, though our paths were not always aligned or identical. By this point, the cumulative losses had become immeasurable and insurmountable.

We experienced diametrically-opposed impacts from DES exposure, chromosomal deficiencies echoed in reverse, genomic sequencing showing the maps and flags and arrows all pointing to the wrath of diethylstilbestrol. Everyone has their limits, and we knew so very well where the next decade or two would go, the advanced treatment path involved; the trajectory was bleak and disheartening. Some may judge one’s rational, data-driven decisions, fully respective of life experiences, to be inherently irrational in their moral views. Many people since have levied their opinions, but they were never forced to walk this path.

A Life Without a Mirror

Consistent with the existentially spiteful patterns of non-consensual trauma upon my body, the EMT tasked with saving my life had slit my throat open length-wise, rapidly and jaggedly in an emergent (ie absolute emergency) airway incision. This severed half of my vocal chords, permanently paralyzing that amount of vocal functionality. My brain was already off-line, in global ischemic state, lights out. There was no pain, there was nothing. I was gone.

Memories are mostly lacking from that month, though photographic timestamps provide one view, a phone held while walking, a mistaken shutter press. The askew pupils indicate a rare and severe side effect, the result of ongoing treatment having been fully insufficient. Once more, healthcare providers had failed in their long-term care. After this, nothingness.

unplanned, unexpected, the last photographic memory

Body moved to the ER, the OR, the ICU. A second, larger, circular incision was made in my throat, the first haphazardly sewn closed in zig-zagged scars. My limp unconscious form was hooked up to life support machines. Days passed, a week, then more. Slowly, neural matrices enervated the consciousness to reboot, to resume an awareness of our shared reality.

A pinhole of photons appeared, and from the vast darkness every cell was screaming, oxygen and a feeding tube through the stoma hole in my neck, rhythmic pulsing-machine breathing for me, the only solace a button taped next to my hand for morphine - “press to release”, into the IV line. Apparently I was alive.

The pinhole of light widened, forcing outward the timeless nothingness, replaced by pure all encompassing light, then shades of grey, then shapes, without concept of meaning or definitions.

“Life will only be more difficult now.”

One result of the coma was that broad sections of life, of memories, events and persons, places, experiences.. were simply gone. The variously affected zones and thalamus projections, and some functions of the posterior parietal cortex, they simply did not wake up with the rest of my brain.

I will never remember all of the memories which I have lost.

With those vacant memories, gone too were my former abilities of speech, the ability to walk, to hold a cup, to feel emotions, to focus further than the end of the bed in the ICU, to understand the passage of time. So much was lost.

looking upwards, on an IV drip or two or three

“She may never be able to speak, to walk, or leave the hospital, if she wakes up at all.” - Neurologists, Attending to the ICU

As it turns out, the experience of Global Cerebral Ischemia induces substantial changes - that special “off switch” called “no more oxygen today”. Global Brain Suffocation. Flatline waves. No respiration. System Shutdown. Those scars on my neck - from the respirator stoma and the EMT’s emergency attempted endo-tracheal intubation - they are still present and in the mirror every day. Every morning upon waking, the scars are there, a forever reminder of the Void, the Loss.

Eventually I did relearn how to walk, to speak, to conceptualize the passage of time, and how to exist without those old blocks of memories weighing me down. I learned how to confront what remained, which helped with working through the newly faced medical trauma from the events of the ICU and temporary non-existence.

How did my brain wake up at all? No one had answers. Years later, periodically asking new neurologists, still no one knows. Since waking up, it has never been easy.

When Trauma is linked to Identity

The Self, one’s internal identity, with its link to the past, images of the memories, the joyful moments mixed in with all of those years of pain. It’s a jumble of words and phrases after a while, meaningless. How can one move on when they are no longer fighting an internal struggle against their past? It would seem simple, easy. Perhaps so. Perhaps the temporal lobes, with their functionality and dysfunctionality which results from PTSD, would benefit from additional research; this is my course of action, to reprogram the reactions, reprogram the responses, and to heal the mind and body via positive feedback loops.

a lovely animated gif of the brain’s Frontal Lobe, left cerebral hemisphere

On Consideration of Complexity, Treatment Modality

Neurology is a complex subject. Emotional intelligence and the cognitive underpinnings of its origins and capabilities, these are a complex area of study. The simplest description of the science which describes the manner in which the human brain gathers, processes, stores, and recalls memories is also a complex subject. So much complexity, how to make sense of it all?

Conceptualizing one’s existence after waking up from an event where death was assured, had your throat sliced open with a scalpel, connected to machines to keep your offline brain oxygenated, and then eventually to reintegrate into society’s fabric of shared existence — after returning from the Void of endless nothingness — that is a Complex Circumstance, one which requires a combination of neurological, psychological, and philosophical continuity of care. In America we do not have that as an option, not on any regular insurance plan, the patient must fend for and advocate for themselves.

What then are the options? Is ‘dopamine agonist’ based therapy the only choice? Certain not. It won’t even be recommended by a therapist because it would require enrolling in human trials for the subject, and that’s often far too involved or often unavailable for many patients.

So, one may read this and think and inquire..

“Surely this is a bit extreme, unproven?”, while others have inquired, “why not try the research methods for MDMA, Ketamine, Lysergic Ergolines, or A or B or C or another instead?” Or what about DBT or CBT or EMDR?

Sure, sure. Perhaps in the literal words of one truly genius level therapist..

“How about instead of taking ${critical medication}, you just imagined what it would be like to have these therapy sessions while taking the medication, you know - without taking it?”

The answer to all of these queries is that I have been through every possible and available treatment pathway over the past decade and more. Some have been life changing and positive and beautiful, others less useful, some fully a waste of time. Some therapists have caused additional pain with victim blaming, tearing holes into the tattered fabric being repaired, those horribly malicious people — they do exist, and that in itself is a depressing fact for people seeking care.

Visual Remembrances and Photography as Healing

One of the methods which I’ve found most useful, lasting, and capable of more than words may define, is to repair these old images. Not in an “exposure therapy” manner, but in a restoration of the mind’s emotional response to their evoked memories.

For those who have not immersed themselves into the study of cognitive neuroscience, or found solace in the philosophy of causal-determinism, the concepts around neural-programming may sound like science fiction. Fortunately, our current era of medical science offers the fiction of fifty years ago as an experienced reality - right now, today.

This method involves taking a prescribed ‘dopamine agonist’ medication, which causes the brain to activate dopamine receptors throughout many critical pathways. Once the medication reaches a necessary level, then my gaze is returned to the those slides. Hours will be spent digitizing, processing the images for color correction, repairing film damage spots, and normalizing the ICC profile, normalizing levels, adjusting histograms via curves.

dopamine, the first of the three catecholamines

Human trials for this method are not common. There is no profit to be made by the pharmaceutical companies with drugs which have existed for decades, using personalized treatment which varies by individual (and is therefore difficult to quantify without substantial similarities between patients - and I am not a common patient).

For those curious, I’ve included various embedded links within this document, but here are some additional readings which may offer insight.

• The mesoaccumbens dopamine in coping with stress
• Dopamine D2/D3 receptor agonists attenuate PTSD-like symptoms
• The hypothalamic-pituitary-adrenal axis in PTSD: Pathophysiology and treatment interventions
• Limbic response to stress linking life trauma and hypothalamus-pituitary-adrenal axis function

Why are we talking about the “hypothalamic–pituitary–adrenal (HPA) axis”? Because the Hypothalamus controls Dopaminergic activity, and the Pituitary gland (which controls hormone secretions) is deeply affected by Dopamine levels rising or falling.

In this meditative mode of visual analysis, amidst silent revisitation of trauma-informed responses, my intentional flow of thoughts attempt to concurrently apply a revised emotional mapping to the associative matrices within; to reprogram the damaged links via new dopaminergic pathway etchings - made possible by the cognitive intensity of this combination of meditation and medication.

It feels like removing rust from a long treasured heirloom, to see the glint of its origin material, its remuneration now complete.

Eva preparing for neural-programming — a self-photo facilitates awareness of Dopamine levels - visually represented as “Dopaminergic Flush”, a stateful readiness for successful treatment

The Great Reprogramming of Dopaminergic Pathways

The mechanism of action involved with this medication facilitates the process of creating new neural connections, by linking sensory data from visual information processing circuity to the emotional response relationships involved with memory recall; all of this occurring via complex actions of the brain’s dopaminergic pathways.

During this treatment process my thoughts wander and I don’t push back, just let the feelings occur and move forward. It’s a form of Zen in some ways, letting the emotions exist without holding on, without “desiring a lack of desire”.

Time and distance is required for reprogramming the mind’s emotional recall, for forgiveness. The process is possibly never complete, but it’s a beautiful experience to find oneself on the other side, able to look backward and see the beautiful ways that once were.

I see those youthful eyes, consistent across each image, reminders every time. The earlier years retained an innocence about them, harboring damage too deep to acknowledge, express, or let forth. Now those moments can be set to rest, and in whatever way it may heal, it offers solace.

eyes reflect with a minor smirk, thrust into the present from so many years passed

Carrying around my father’s old Pentax ME Super 35mm film camera (digital did not yet exist), I would learn the ways and means of translating one’s vibrant sensory world of tangible, visible, and audible queues into a reflexive snapshot of a single ellipses of time.

Film photography platform of my youth, the glorious Pentax ME Super

The science of film, its correctness of inter-related momentary ordinals, exists as a knowable object in its own right; defined by functions which can be modeled, simulated, and counter-adjusted according to objectively determined interlocked sliding scales of equilibrium equations… the science of light was logical, beautiful.

The spatial-dimensional complex of neurons and axons within my young mind was growing rapidly, desperate for knowledge, experience, adventure. So much of that mindset was searching for answers, finding beauty along the way, often in spite of the many stumbles and tragedies intertwined.

On Genetic Inheritance and Endocrine Disrupters

Looking back on those years, I see patterns arise, ones which describe the ensuing years in predictable ways, in their benefits and concerns equally mixed. I was not a canonically ’troubled youth’, rather my troubles were genetic in origin — now identified as ‘Generational DES Syndrome’.

[*] DES = Diethylstilbestrol is a carcinogenic, xenoestrogen, ATPase inhibitor, endocrine disruptor. Linked to a variety of long-term adverse effects in women who were treated with it during pregnancy, and in their offspring, and further affecting the F2 generation of grandchildren.

In simple terms, this causes DNA mutations which are carried forth into systemic neuro-endocrine development, cellular expressions both causative and compounding, as the body develops into adulthood. Whether these cellular mutations result in cancer, neoplasms, meningiomas, metabolic dysregulation, sex and growth hormone disruption, reproductive sterility, chromosomal defects, or combinations of those and other grievous maladies, the possible impacts are vast in quantity and scale — and still being studied.

Some patients lead generally normal lives, ignorant of the cause for their condition, while others experience an unnecessarily early death. In-between these extremes my life has coalesced, wavering between periods of intensely healthy highly-competitive endurance athleticism to months of debilitation from chronic nervous system collapse. Some of my most memorable resting moments were the cumulative hours knocked-out from exhaustion and asleep inside the cold, dark, rhythmic magnetic thumping of a MRI tube, or the pulsing energy waves inside occasionally very warm CT scanners.

DES has disruptive effects which exert negative feedback on the hypothalamic–pituitary–gonadal axis (HPG axis), suppresses the secretion of the gonadotropins, luteinizing hormone (LH) and follicle-stimulating hormone (FSH), and suppresses sex hormone production as well as gamete production and maturation.

Looking back on DES and its impacts within my genetic programming, I can see where it derailed an otherwise normal childhood, where it imparted physical and existential questions for which no adult or physicians ever had answers, and how those early years drove me further into an adulthood focused on amassing knowledge of systems theory, neurology, endocrinology, genetics, biochemistry, and decades of exploration into modulating the steroidogenesis process occurring within these veins.

Coincidentally, I would later learn that endocrine specific cancers were rampant in my mother’s side of the family - likely also from intergenerational DES effects. Over the many years, my endocrine’s HPG-axis would crash in more than one dimension via multi-glandular failures, a pituitary hypophysis neoplasia diagnosis would arise, diagnostic concerns into suprasellar meningioma, and eventually the cumulative effects would lead to the conditions which resulted in my near-death and coma.

Youthful Adventures, Expansive Landscapes

Scaping together enough for a second-hand Manfrotto tripod and lenses for a near-mint Nikon FE2 - the camera I received from my father for one birthday so long ago, that period was when my heart fell in love with the beauty of capturing moments in time. Youthful innocence was at a peak, everywhere held introspective beauty in some manner - if it was framed subjectively well and maintained The Rules.

rain arrives along the Western Slope of the Rockies

Then there was the glorious selection of film: the richness of Velvia 50 - perfect for landscapes but too rich for portraits, the ever-so-accurate Provia 100, the old classic Kodachrome 64, occasionally the normality of Ektar 100, and on occasion spending time without color at all - but oh let me show you Agfa’s superpanchromatic Scala 200, the most uncommon of them all.

I loved this era of film for its uniqueness, it’s vivid ability to capture reality in a way that was lacking in prior decades - eras of advancements in technology which defined the ability for people to capture the present tense and carry it into the future, with accuracy, realness, and tangibility that we will never have with today’s digital options.

the slide films of my youth, vivid colors, rich contrast, a life before the digital world

I loved this era of film for its uniqueness, it’s vivid ability to capture reality in a way that was lacking in prior decades - eras of advancements in technology which defined the ability for people to capture the present tense and carry it into the future, with accuracy, realness, and tangibility that we will never have with today’s digital options.

As with everything immersion worthy, I studied photography via encyclopaedias, library books, documentaries, and by asking a thousand questions. Who best to answer but Elke, the co-owner and an early role model at my local professional photography shop; one which housed an amazing collection of vintage cameras and lenses - many that I would imagine forever out of reach: Leica, Hasselblad, Rolleiflex, Zeiss.

My perspective in those times demanded that the best memories surely must be captured, regardless that slide film was expensive. Each shot was a cherished and planned capture, yet still one were lucky to have 2-3 usable results per roll of 24-36. Fantastisch. I loved every minute of the process.

Of Landscapes and Studio Lights

These slides became a timeline, closely selected and optimized photos of my adventures, my travels: the tragedy of storms and the silent motions of rain, landscapes and sunrises and sunsets, mountains especially loved and well traveled. Of peaks climbed, valleys explored, off-trail backcountry wanderings alone in the autumn, and cold snowshoeing adventures with Vati too.

Then the studio. Learning about black and white film, darkroom techniques, rear-projection lights, soft-bounce filters, shade-booms, and multi-flash timers connected to a remote shutter that I could hold in one hand - the original selfie method, before the term was ever coined. These self portraitures were mostly a private occurrence, an experiment to record an ever-changing existence which often felt unknowable and painfully everlasting, other times its opposite.

long adrift in lostness, many found in my eyes precisely who they wanted to see

Conceptualization of Self

In some ways it was photography which helped me work through the DES-affected hormonal years of explosive emotions: the Conceptualization of Self as an evolving modality. How could one build a schema involving periodic memory without tracking the memories? And what better way to have reference to those than with film?

So, along with landscapes I captured my visage; an evolving physical form of perpetual wonderment and wandering cognition, deeply felt emotions, all wrapped up into a warm body with occasionally ice-cold blue eyes - constantly changing and growing through the years.

a single spoken “please”, but no one was truly listening

From the Outside Life Was Wonderful

Unfortunately along the way there were events of intense and prolonged trauma which led to a deeply felt hatred for nearly the entire era of youthful memories - not for what the photos were, not for who I was, but for the memory’s visual associations with the events of the era in which the traumas occurred.

I had no ability to heal from the events at that time, and so to my young mind those events simply could not exist, lest it were to be that I did not exist. It was one or the other: acknowledge the trauma for what it was, how it had shaped me, and chose to suffer the wrath of my own willing hands. Or instead, I would rather to erase all of it. Erase the moments from my mind and never think of them or refer to them or believe that they were real; to erase part of my experience with life. Years later that wish would be granted, an outcome in ways impossibly unexpected.

Existentially, it was a challenging duality. So the slide portfolio was put aside, boxed up, never taken out to review or inspect or share, and only occasionally forcefully ignored whenever asked about the subjects. The memories did not exist. The cognitive methods I learned became a hardened, steadfast technique, an emotional control unrelenting, and it lasted decades. No one knew anything, and no one needed to. Those memories were only pain (but they were not, my youth held so many beautiful moments, ones which I would only connect with decades later).

Outward Success Surely Heals Old Wounds

Years passed and milestones occurred, much as the loved ones around me had long expected. A standard life evolved. Marriage, a home, thoughts on pregnancy, depression, elation, stress, travel, and promotions, and everything being pretty good on the surface.

A blink of the eyes and there I am again: Bare. Lost. Alone. In the pure Darkness.

Yet family was there, friends were there, all of the markers of success and happiness were there. Regardless, trauma events from years ago were invalidating the potential for happiness in ways unknowable to the loved ones around me. No one could ever know. The memories could not exist, or I would carry them to my grave.

years so often idyllic, if not for the unspoken undercurrent

Concurrently, an undercurrent of escapism, a subtext to the patterns of wants and needs, this was all despite the abundance, and it was that undercurrent which became a rushing and inescapably deep tide. The memories become an unwanted passenger, a little non-angel perched on the shoulder - whispering reminders in the most inopportune times. A foil to the good times, intertwining themselves deeper, demanding either solace and release or self-destruction.

Trauma at the clinical level, the kind which arises from unspeakable events in youth, or wartime combat, or being assaulted at gunpoint and left stripped and alone in the pure darkness of 18th & Florida St at 3am; those somatosensory memories become etched in the mind. Maybe more than one event is etched, maybe there’s too many to describe.

Bleeding out in a sodium-halide bright white tile-floored bathroom, a stainless steel drain on the floor in the middle where the redness of life circles and downward flows. You slip in the blood, bare-footed, abdomen held in one hand, reaching-grasping with the other, screaming voicelessly in full-system shock.

Prose exists so that I do not forget the beautiful moments, memories, and meandering thoughts. Its intention is to facilitate a greater degree of accuracy in referential recall, for my own purposes, and to share one person’s experiences via photos and writings about where the many actions took me along the way.

Still though, Why?

Because of the coma, and the life-support machines, and everything involved with rebuilding cognition after being brought back to life. There are years of events which may never be recalled, whole sections of life which I’ll never fully remember having lost. Perhaps it’s better that way, but I will never know in either case, and that’s okay.

Priorities shifted, and now the freight train never stops. Sleep is difficult, rest can be fleeting, both bringing a challenging reality to the oft’ heard phrase, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Most people don’t know how that feels, and I do not think they would use the term so lightly if so.

I never want to forget this beautiful realm, its struggles and trials, kuschelig-weich süße küsse, the hugs and naps – and occasionally the complexities of corporate decision-trees too. This everything of being, in its infinitesimal grandiosity and minutia of glory, graced from Hashem or Lilith or the forever over-watching mountain gods too, perhaps?

On Spirituality or Nothingness

My sense of spirituality has no names and no demands of dogmatic mindlessness; it is this everything of every-day and every-time that I close my eyes to drift back into the nothingness of the Void. The nothingness of everything is always there, carrying me, calling for an eventual return, but not right now – give me one more day, one more adventure, one more embrace. Then, in-so-the interim of variable time, I may share them with you too.

Time and Timelessness

So then, this site is in some ways a grasp on the finite experience of time. A catalogue of imagery and concepts and concerns and emotions which exist only for temporary purposefulness, or ultimately meaninglessness. I’m not sure which, but here we are, and often times it’s just for the simple enjoyment of writing. A game which my mind plays with grammatical phrases, of equations and variables made of linguistics, of inference driven convolutional intentionality from the frontal-temporal lobes and dopaminergic pathways.

Since waking up those many years ago, a commonality of mind has been to focus on the present as much as possible; an exercise in occasional futility combined with a mostly Zen aligned stateful detachment. Day-to-day involves a meditative awareness of the senses while distanced cognition-threads process a long-held buffer of Parasympathetic Nervous System synapse firings, neurotransmitter floods and waves, accelerated DAT transport queues.

From the Void

From the void you awaken, into this body from which consciousness departed some lifetime ago. Inside the void all is null, an absence of existence, sensory nothingness, until the timelessness becomes a single photon of light. In an unknown span of time it expands, drawing consciousness back into the this shared realm of existence, back into the world of the living. From that void, an endless timeless realm where pain does not exist, the conscious mind “awakens”, and as it does the senses begin to scream in electrical amperage everywhere there is Aware.

The light expands and becomes the world, gaining contrast, and with that light appear shapes and structures without color. At first all is gray-scale, until slowly color dawns upon the senses, eventually distance and depth are concepts once-more, but there is no other sensory world. Scent, sound, touch, space and time, all remain back in the void.

Burning Searing Oxygen

Emotions, that conceptual link between awareness based feedback loops and knowledge of experiences did not come back immediately, if only to say that there was one binding sensory flood of continuity: anger laced despair. When the conscious mind re-appeared sufficiently to respond to its awareness of circumstance, the first thing I noticed was the burning of oxygen in my lungs - fed by tubes from the respirator machine, controlled by computer at the bedside.

Next was the burning in my neck, where the tubes were routed into a stoma - not through my mouth or nose - rather than the second incision crudely sewn two inches higher in the tracheal zone. An EMT had to slice open my throat for respiration, and through one set of vocal chord nerves the scalpel went, an emergent surgery on the floor in the dark of night. Only later, at the ER/OR was the stoma incised, the vertically sliced tracheal chasm zig-zaggedly sewn. The nerves never healed, and so my voice is soft but often fails, worn out as the day progresses. One set of muscles doing the work of two, but often not sufficient for anything at all.

Over time the senses came alive, mostly to their former capacity, except for memory. With memory it comes in chunks, as though an array is rebuilding, scanning, but often finding nulls. Short term memory was gone, with the weeks prior to the coma almost entirely missing from recall. Over time, STM Consolidation - the process by which our brains receive sensory data and filter/sort/prioritize aspects and elements and concepts of time from short to medium-term, then assessing and contextualizing and cross-referencing these into long-term memory. That process has improved with specialized medication and meditation, though this is a neuroscience topic for another day.

Hyperalgesic-Nociceptive Reaction Instinct

In the earliest days of awakening, still horizontal in the ICU, as my head would nod-off in a morphine haze (so much pain), the autonomic system would take over, and one or two hands would immediately race to attempt their forever game: trying to tear the hoses out of the stoma in my neck.

Surely, that did not go over well with the ICU staff, and eventually whenever my tired eyes would drift, a nurse would restrain my wrists to prevent the next autonomic attempt - those tubes HURT. Regardless, that type of physiological action was determined to be a neurologically positive sign which indicated that parts of the brain were coming back online for instinctual action (reduce pain immediately, even if doing so unintentionally ends breathing machine hookup).

The Knowledge Reset - via Reinforcement Learning

Of course, I couldn’t speak with the hoses still connected through the port in my neck, and once they were eventually out I still couldn’t speak. Either the brain didn’t remember how to contact the muscles, or the nerves controlling the voice box wouldn’t connect to the muscles - either due to pain or due to half of them being severed.

Eventually I would relearn how to speak, through a long and painful process over months, though it still fails on a near daily basis.

Inquiring with a specialist four years later, even experimental options would not apply, as the severed vocal chords’ nerves were too distant to reconnect end to end. Perhaps one day that will be resolved; until then my voice is soft and sometimes no-op.

Walking, all gone.
Dexterity by hand, also gone.
Balance, certainly gone.

The first time I was able to pull my legs over the side of the bed, while holding onto a nurse, the nanosecond either foot struck the ground, lightning surged upward — through the femur, spiraling along the thoracic spine, climbing into cervical vertebrae, and erupting through the cerebellum and corpus callosum, detonating across the cerebral cortex. There was no thought, no other sensation; existence narrowed to one unbearable truth: PAIN.

Electrical Signaling

In medical research and case studies there is a distinct lack of detail from patient perspectives on the topic of this process: awakening the somatosensory network of the Central Nervous System after a flatlined coma, not a medically induced coma, and not a short term coma. The CNS is an electrical system foremost, followed by chemical messenger pathways, both interwoven in a complexity which science has yet to fully model or simulate.

Part of not being able to walk, or to hold things, to speak, was the sheer inability for my brain to process the electrical signals unmoderated, ungoverned; in short, the signals were shorting out the sensory and processing equipment. Without sufficient memory the simplest actions and abilities are devoid of action.

Healing Processes

Part of the physical healing process was one of intense and ongoing patience and more patience and endless patient patient patience and more of being both concurrently in what seemed to be an endless forever. I was not a patient child; this was my least tuned skill set, but it is now my most etched-in-stone capacity, though everyone surely has their limits.

Sense of smell was deemed the least critical, as determined by whatever engines were managing the recovery process. Light sensitivity never stopped being a problem, to which no doctor has had answers. All of these abilities, so often and so easily taken for granted by so many, they form the foundation - the core of a person’s interactions with their world, and with those senses we define existence, what it means to be alive, what it means to engage with others, and by eventual extrapolation what it means to find and have purpose and meaning and definition and identity.

Referential Integrity

The ability to confirm the integration of data into the whole - not only a unit as its unique entry - but with its reference to which all else maintains interrelated definitions; Referential Integrity is not solely a term from the database engineering world, it is a way to see how the brain shapes the Self, how it infers meaning minute by minute from the individual experience with relationships (comparative, contrasting) to the whole of the experience. Our brains are processing and defining and redefining all of our sensory inputs trillions of times per day, moving memory chunks around according to some grander-than-awareness algorithm which necessitates the conversion of short term events into long term storage for retrieval years or decades later. This fascinating biological computer is the most beautiful and capable equipment which our species has ever come across - and so gods help me if I ever take that for granted in any breath until my last. The void is not going anywhere, it’s there always and forever, that much is knowable in my experience. So then, what purpose is there? The question has no definitive or singular notion to provide an answer; purpose is evolving and changing at all times, until there is nothing left.

Finally then..

So, philosophy of death and meaning and all of that.. in any case, Prose is a site for reflections upon a woven existence, one which has routinely provided awakenings into substantially altered facets of bicameral perceptions. These descriptions may not resonate with many, though this is not a site for mass consumption or awareness, and so that is okay.

In part, this site is an archive for those memories of fleeting years gone by, of present experiences which sooner than realized will forever and perpetually become that passing of time. Memories are a complex game, a puzzle of neurons - firing and transporting their transmitters to waiting receptors, remnants of the Central Nervous System’s programming as it was trained, over time and years - consciously and otherwise.. but that’s a story for another page, at another time.

[*] Unless there is no Free Will, in which case Causal Determinism implies that our consciousness correlates sentience as the role of an observer more so than one of pre-defined actional executor.

A Tenuous Timeline

1) Some years prior to a decade ago, I joined LinkedIn, and a small handful of years ago I joined Twitter.

2) Along the way a serious incident occurred, resulting in PTSD from a bodily assault; the details of which require privacy. During associated therapy a HIPAA violation occured, eroding my trust in the medical establishment.

3) Periodically I would receive messages on LinkedIn from recruiters at the company where that man worked. I did not want to be reminded of the events, and would never work at the same company. These external intrusions into trauma memories were not healthy and they needed to stop.

4) Concerns evolved which necessitated telling that company to remove me from their recruiting database and never message me ever again.

5) The company removed my profile, and they asked if I wanted to be involved with an investigation, which I refused for the unfortunately common reasons:

• I did not want to relive events, especially after the HIPAA issue
• I did not want to discuss those memories with yet another stranger
• I did not want to become more of a target for speaking up

It’s a terrible catch-22, and yet it’s nothing new. This person needed to be prevented from ever contacting me or knowing anything about my life, requirements which the company could not ensure.

6) For safety reasons, I changed my legal name, then I moved, and started a new job. Then I enabled a service which monitors for identity theft issues and personal-info data leaks. Other precautions were made. The whole process is time consuming, emotionally disruptive, and fiscally burdensome.

7) Years pass. In the interim, LinkedIn’s “people you might know!” feature will routinely recommend that I connect with people who reminded me of that trauma.

• The feature cannot be disabled and profile settings do not help. Blocking people and profiles does not sufficiently help. Their algorithm always does this.

8) Years pass. Identity theft issues become a greater risk. Someone on Twitter steals my profile, impersonating me to sell web3 tokens or whatever. I report it, and Twitter demands my government ID - which I refuse to upload.

• Preferring a human interaction, I offer to bring my ID to the Twitter office and show it to someone in person, but no - they want the digital copy to keep on file, which will totally never be leaked in a data breach.
• I refuse to upload the document. They lock my account. I have not bothered since.

9) Years pass. A few weeks ago, I’m running a social media account audit and notice that LinkedIn has two unknown logins from another country - and I’ve never been there, nor connected to an ISP or VPN or service related to that location.

• I revoke the logins, yet they reappear a week later.
• My account has 2FA enabled, yet the auth logs do not show it being used.
• Who is behind these logins? What amount of personal info and connections and messages do they have access to?

10) After seeking help from LinkedIn’s support system, they now want my government ID, just like Twitter.

• They want a third party service (Persona) to scan it, and surely this will never be leaked (sure sure).
• They assure that this third party is very safe, that they only give LinkedIn redacted info (yet Persona keeps the full info?)
• Surely I should trust their entire system. I do not trust their system, and I will not upload my ID for it to be stolen or have any of the data used in some way to harm me.
• The result is similar to Twitter, my account is restricted with no access.

End Results and Oh Well…

So, goodbye LinkedIn, goodbye Twitter.

I cannot place my trust in these faceless social media corporations, the ones which never assume responsibility for data leaks, data theft, or the sale of demographics and usage meta-data. The common refrain of, “we’re telling you that we redacted your personal information”, means nothing substantial from these organizations.

These sites profit extensively from user data - we are their product for sale, and when that happens it can lead to extremely unsafe conditions, particularly if that data can be used for location tracking, enabling access which leads to physical violence, stalking, harassment, or other detriments by which women too-often experience the online world.

Sure, I could upload my ID and “just trust them”, but that would not make me safer; it would invalidate the entire purpose of protecting my body, my mind, my future. Handing them my trust, when they have routinely proven that they are not trustworthy, would render-pointless every hardship and effort towards safety and security which I’ve been required to endure since those events so many years ago.

By prioritizing my personal safety in both of these cases, the end result is that I am no longer able to engage and connect with people from my work life via the two most common business-centric social networks. The alternative is no alternative at all; choosing not to be safe is not a choice.

I know what it’s like to have my choice taken from me, and I never want that to happen again.