First Week on Anti-Depressants: Ready to Start Considering OnlyFans.
This month I became a member of a new club — the club of people taking anti-depressants. February is a perfect month for depression, isn’t it?
I knew already that the club isn’t as exclusive as one may wish for and honestly, I was very reluctant to join.
It’s like Fight Club almost — so many of us are in it but we stick to the rule of not talking about it.
When I went to see the doctor, he asked me about the reason and the symptoms. It was all clear to me. I’ve had therapists for years and I’ve become really cognizant of the dynamics of my body and mind.
Don’t get me wrong, this long process of discovery is far from over. Nevertheless, I can say with a degree of confidence that I see what is happening when it’s happening. It doesn’t mean I always know what to do with it — hell, no! — but the awareness is there.
Still, I got to the point when I just couldn’t reinvent myself in the solitude of remote work in a foreign land, still getting accustomed to immigration.
When a particularly sunny, beautiful day came and found me with even more anxiety crushing my chest, I knew that the spring that I promised myself to get to won’t save me.
