I was sleeping in a lifeguard tower on a beach in Los Angeles. I had a bag of clothes, my laptop, and about three weeks of homelessness behind me. And I was floridly psychotic. I woke up in a Denny's one morning with no memory of how I got there. I was posting rap videos on Snapchat because I believed I was going to be famous. My dad found me at a Starbucks. My parents had been looking for me for days. That was the beginning of my fourth and final psychiatric hospitalization. I was 21. Three years later my mom found research on ketogenic diets for bipolar disorder. I went ketogenic. The mania stopped. I haven't been hospitalized since. I'm telling you this because somewhere, right now, there is a parent who has been told their child is treatment-resistant. That this is just going to be their life. There is hope in ketogenic and metabolic therapies.