I’m optimistic that the title of this post tells the story, that in fact I have turned the corner. Whether it’s the weather (haha), as in forest fire smoke, or hormones I don’t know. It could just be my synapses getting their act together. Whatever the cause, I’m glad it seems to have subsided, at …
Damn those meds, those little yellow tabs of……what, of what? Life? Normalcy? Equilibrium? …..What are they doing to, or for, me? Do they have me under their spell, are they my control or my Savior? Can I live without them? Will I still be depressed?