Am I really mentally ill? Disordered? Defective? Or am I just weak of character and just not trying hard enough? Does taking medication alter who I am? Am I less authentic for it? Is it “unnatural”? And am I clinging to the “chemical imbalance” theory because it absolves me of blame and the science-y-ness promises a neat fix? Or are my neuroses fair enough given the state of the world today? Is my fear of crowds, confined spaces, financial ruin, being touched, etc., a reasonable evolutionary response, albeit one that has got a little bit off kilter?
