This is the longest I’ve taken my meds in years. I’m not against them or anything; I know that they work. It’s just effort, isn’t it? You have to want to get better in order to get better, and maybe I’ve never really wanted it before now. I was content in my little hole. People think of depression as this cold, lonely place inside of your mind, but it isn’t always. Sometimes, it’s warm, like an electric blanket. It feels like sitting inside of a cottage in the woods, curled up next to a crackling fireplace with a purring cat sitting on your lap. It’s nice for a little while because it’s
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