In the wake of the shocking loss of Robin Williams, let’s get real, and serious, about accepting and supporting those with depression. It’s me, you, our best friends and brothers. Our neighbors and the woman in the car next to you. Be kind. Be patient. Be real.
Holding On: My Journey With Antidepressants. By Angela Giles Patel.
The most dangerous time for me are the moments after I remember that I forgot to take my medication. This is the time when I can convince myself that I am on the path to weaning myself from the required daily dose, that I am already hours into a medication free life and can keep going, that there is no time like the present, that I will be okay.
I have been on anti-depressants since I was fifteen and first prescribed a tricyclic. Though I cannot recall it among the string of arguments with my mother, there must have been something I said that jolted her. I was unhappy and articulate which meant that I could tell her with venomous precision just how much sadness I was experiencing. And I did so, on a regular basis, telling her how I…
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