One of the first things I read this week, I think in the Nation, was about RFK Jr. taking aim at antidepressants. I have less than total recall of the details because it was highly triggering to me.
I take antidepressants and have since I was 15 years old. But in recent years I have grown increasingly suspect of big pharma and uncomfortable depending on their products for my wellbeing. So this summer I stopped taking my psych meds and tried replacing them with dance.
It was awesome. I was happy and fit and learned how to dance.
And then the sun went away and *rump came back. And I found myself teetering way too close to debilitating depression for my liking. Despite daily dance.
So I went back on the meds. And they helped a ton.
Except this places me once again in a position of dependence on big pharma and the U.S. government. Which is precisely the discomfort that motivated me to try to ditch the drugs last May.
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