Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT) becomes necessary for some patients with mental illness (like major depression, bipolar disorder, and schizophrenia) that becomes severely disabling and when other treatments options fail. It’s also often considered the last-resort treatment.
I had a total of 40 ECT treatments in 2022. It uses electric currents to trigger a seizure in the brain while under general anesthesia. The seizure is typically induced on the left hemisphere of the brain. Because I didn’t show improvement after several months with ECT, they then took a bilateral approach and triggered seizures on both the left and right hemispheres. And once you start ECT on both hemispheres of the brain, you can’t go back to just the left hemisphere. There are more side effects this way, such as increased loss of short-term memory.
Shortly thereafter, I woke up in another room and got my vitals taken. When I was conscious enough to move, I’m helped to a wheelchair and get wheeled out the long corridor of the hospital entrance where my husband was waiting for me outside next to the car.
With bloodshot eyes, I looked up and smiled up at him.
Me: “What are you doing here?”
Husband: “I’m taking you home, Bubby.”
“Oh,” I said. The nurse helped me out of the wheelchair and onto the car.
We drove in silence for awhile.
Me: Where are we going?”
Husband: We’re going home, Bubby.
Me: What month is it?
Husband: It’s February, Bubby.
We rode silently the rest of the way, and he led me upstairs to our bedroom where I slept for hours.
I have very little memory of this. ECT wiped out most of my memory that year, so I happen to ask my husband about it, two years later. He paused, stared blankly at the wall, and started to cry uncontrollably. Oh my god, I thought. What have I done to him?
Stormy Raindrops 
Thank you for your comment!