One by one, each member of the staff tried to talk me into using antidepressant medication. Their recommendation surprised me. I thought they would encourage me to take something that would calm my body or organize my speech. Either way, antianxiety or antidepressant, I was adamant in my refusal. All mind-altering drugs are bad. I am weak, I simply need to get stronger, try a little harder, and all will be well. Was that the sentient part of my mind speaking, or the fractured part? I could not tell.
I was more than willing to try medications because I was tired of being “crazy.”
