'I believe in luck. How else can you explain the success of those you don’t like?' ― Jean Cocteau
Published: Sep 21, 2014
I’ve become a lab rat.
Want to join me?
On September 13, I read an article in the New York Times with the provocative title, Should We All Take a Bit of Lithium?
I read the piece with unusual interest because the author, Anna Fels, is not only a highly regarded psychiatrist and faculty member at Weill Cornell Medical School, she’s the sister of a close friend. I’ve known her for four decades. She’s not someone I’d expect to see on Molly at a rave — for me, she defines “careful” and “conscientious.” So if Anna Fels is suggesting that we might do well to ingest something….
What’s the appeal? “Relatively tiny doses of lithium can have beneficial effects. They appear to decrease suicide rates significantly and may even promote brain health and improve mood.”
Suicide terrifies me. So does dementia. As someone who lives by his wits, I’m all in when the question is brain health. And who’d reject a better mood?
How did Anna Fels come to make such outrageous claims?
Because they’re not outrageous. They’ve been verified. As she writes:
In 1990, a study was published looking at 27 Texas counties with a variety of lithium levels in their water. The authors discovered that people whose water had the least amount of lithium had significantly greater levels of suicide, homicide and rape than the people whose water had the higher levels of lithium. The group whose water had the highest lithium level had nearly 40 percent fewer suicides than that with the lowest lithium level.
Almost 20 years later, a Japanese study that looked at 18 municipalities with more than a million inhabitants over a five-year period confirmed the earlier study’s finding: Suicide rates were inversely correlated with the lithium content in the local water supply.
There’s been so little publicity about lithium that most of us think of it as only the power in batteries, but more than a century ago, health-minded Americans traveled to “lithium springs” to drink the mineral-rich waters. In 1929, a soft drink company introduced a soda containing lithium citrate. Bib-Label Lithiated Lemon-Lime Soda was marketed as a hangover cure: “It takes the ouch out of grouch.” It’s still sold, without lithium. Its current name: 7-Up.
In 1970, psychiatrists began prescribing lithium to even out manic highs. Readers of American poetry are familiar with its biggest success story, Robert Lowell. As the editor of his letters has written, “Lithium treatment relieved him from suffering the idea that he was morally and emotionally responsible for the fact that he relapsed. However, it did not entirely prevent relapses.”
How is it working for me? Too soon to tell. But I note no negative effects. So, every morning, I’ll follow Mental Clarity with a lithium chaser.
How do you take lithium?
I bought a bottle of Ionic Lithium and added 10 drops in a glass of water, yielding a daily dose of 500 mcg. The bottle contains 100 doses — a three-month supply for $22. (To buy Ionic Lithium from Amazon, click here.)
Or you could drink Gerolsteiner, “the Cadillac of mineral waters.” It’s rich in magnesium and calcium — and .13 per liter of lithium. That seems like nothing? Consider that doses of lithium as small as 0.3 mg per day have produced cognitive improvement in Alzheimer’s patients. I can’t speak to the morality of having Gerolsteiner delivered to your home — if you can justify denting the earth with a giant carbon footprint, go for it. (To order 24 16.9 bottles of Gerolsteiner Sparkling Mineral Water — with free shipping — from Amazon, click here.)
Needless to say, the usual consumer warnings apply. Read the label, do your research, ask your doctor. And if you start taking Lithium and notice that you feel less violent and/or happier, do let me know and I’ll share the news. “Better living through chemistry,” as the old DuPont motto had it.
This is from “Dead Poet’s Society.” White shirt, tie, vest. Lovely office. And…
Read and be astonished. Listen and be amazed.
From Paul Zengilowski
My children will turn 19 and 21 in a few weeks and the birthday gift choice falls to me. My wife and I bought them books by the bushel when they were young — some they chose, more often though, we exercised our parental prerogative. That stopped as they entered their mid-teens and felt more confident in their choices than in ours.
I’ve not bought them books in years — with two exceptions. The Only Investment Guide You’ll Ever Need, by Andrew Tobias, was a high school graduation gift. Knowing that having the money talk with them would be fruitless, I passed on to them my financial bible. I’d read it when it was first issued and it has served to keep me mostly on the financial straight and narrow over the last 30 years.
The second exception is their birthday present for this year: The 100 Essentials. Should they read only those two books, I’m confident they’ll enter adulthood with important and foundational knowledge that will serve them well.
You recommended Queen’s Gambit to me about six weeks ago when I asked for the most grabable book you could think of. I loved it. It’s difficult to articulate precisely what the dark magic of that book is, but I found it fascinating — the characters, all of them, were like no others I’ve encountered. The relationship between Beth and her adopted mother was so subtle. I love that Tevis never capitulates to cliché or sentimentality. Elegant. Thank you for urging me to read it.
Obligatory Blog Roll
- Andrew Tobias
- Pamela Miles
- New York
- Manhattan User’s Guide
- Show Biz
- Roger Friedman
- New York Social Diary
- Jeffrey Rubin
- Designer Previews