I take psychiatric meds. I’ll probably continue doing so for the rest of my life. My neurochemistry doesn’t work well without outside help. It never bothered me to admit that I take antidepressants, and it didn’t make me ashamed. I embraced my membership in Prozac Nation. I didn’t worry much about the diagnoses either. Maybe it’s because they kept people’s attention off the elephant in … Continue reading Take the pills (red or blue).
It occurred to me that some people might consider my title disrespectful – oh well. I thought about changing it, but decided not to. I also couldn’t decide if I should include a trigger warning, but since my “about” page mentions mental illness early on, I think we’ll consider it said. I count. I’ve mentioned this before. I suspect I do it for quite some … Continue reading Staying safe with counting: fun with OCD.
I think I have writer’s block. We’ll go with that, anyway. I write, I just hate every bit of what I produce. It’s stilted and never what I’m trying to say. The Recycle Bin on my desktop is getting a workout. (A brief pause as I change the channel on the background noise. “Dr. Phil” is not something I’m willing to tolerate.) Maybe I’m overwhelmed. … Continue reading 250 words about writer’s block.
