Also, for many of us it can feel unnatural to be on drugs for something so correlated with our character, our very selves. It can feel like we’re cheating, no matter how many times we tell ourselves that anxiety sufferers taking meds is no different to diabetics taking insulin. The sensation for me at various junctures has been one of numbness. And of muting myself. My real self. Of course I draw parallels to the 1950s “silencing” of female outrage (or “hysteria”) with Mother’s Little Helpers (tranquilizers).
