PS: A Word on Antidepressants

All through the summer I was taking antidepressants.

And all through the summer I got worse and worse.

Then suddenly in August I heard my brain screaming at me that they were killing me, and I stopped taking them. I stopped taking everything.

And then things got very very rocky indeed.

And eventually I got myself to a very good psychiatrist, who actually knew what he was talking about, who listened to me and didn't tell me that I wasn't trying.

He told me that I was bipolar, and that I have a particular kind of bipolar, called rapid-cycling, and that it can be brought on or made worse by antidepressants if they are not given VERY carefully.

So I am not anti-antidepressants; I never have been.

I just want to be very very cautious this time around.

What I think is interesting is that somehow my body/brain/something knew that I shouldn't have been taking them, no matter what the doctors said at the time.

Human beings are amazing.