Once I began to take Prozac, I lost my ability to make metaphors. My thinking became literal; I couldn't make connections between seemingly disconnected phenomena. The voices grew silent. Now that I'm on three psych meds -- two mood stabilizers and an antidepressant -- sustaining a fictional mask is more difficult for me. Over the course of several years, I had to invent an entirely new style, or voice, that was in synch with my new brainwaves. Nonfiction, particularly the personal essay...
Published on August 05, 2010 08:56