Ma nishtahnah

This year, the first night of Passover was unlike any other. However, that’s what made it perfect.

Coming back around

Looking back at nearly three months of blog posts, I do some autoethnographic research on myself to see how I’ve changed and, just maybe, gotten better.

Recovery update: A break in the clouds

It does get better.

Learning to read the room

As I’ve written before, positivity can be toxic. In the throes of the COVID19 crisis, it’s important that we stay vigilant and call out actions that serve to shame those struggling with anxiety, depression, and other challenging circumstances.

The same, but different

A quantum mechanics principle provides a way to explain the depression I’m feeling from social distancing and quarantine.

Recovery update: And then there was one

After four years, I’m finally off Prozac. Now, there’s just one antidepressant left on the menu.

Preach, Henrietta, preach

A visit to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe helps to ease our anxiety about all the things that are changing at once. Meow, adulting, meow.

So tired I can’t sleep

Withdrawal from antidepressants can cause sleep disturbances and insomnia. It isn’t fun.

Breakthrough

After months of numbness, I recognized an emotion as I was feeling it. That’s a big deal.

Recovery update: Drop and give me 20(mg)

Things are moving in the right direction. Still, the energy and effort that goes into transitioning off of psychiatric drugs is enormous and invisible.