Well. The Olympics are on TV again. It's Day One. That means it's the 12th anniversary of my wholly unexpected, life-altering and remarkably inconvenient psychotic break . That fraught, violent week-long episode opened a chapter in my life that is still playing out in many ways. At the time I wrote in an essay called Behind Three Doors: "I went into the psych ward three times, under three different circumstances. The
first time I hav…
Look, I get why everyone is gleefully clicking and sharing and tagging me. Did you see? You gotta see . I get it. In my circle I'm known to be a flag-waving, card-carrying, true-blue Generation X pop culture maven, my latchkey kid, TV-addled brain way overloaded with massive volumes of useless trivia in such subjects as Schoolhouse Rock , Spandex, when to use gel versus mousse, Madonna, Ronald Reagan's policies, the right way to make a mi…
I don't think this Zoloft is working, doc. I feel so low. It started to set in earlier in the week and now comes Friday and I feel like I'm made out of lead. I had high hopes for the Zoloft. Maybe I was putting too much stock in the label "anti-depressant." I've been doing the exercise bike, I've been going on my walks, I've been trying to write for my freelance assignment -- it's going okay, not great, but oka…
They've got me on Zoloft now. I haven't really been on a true anti-depressant. Well I did try Prozac back in the beginning but it didn't seem to be doing anything for me. I have hope for the Zoloft. I'm still taking the Haldol and Depakote, too. The thing is, the team of doctors doesn't seem to agree on what I am actually going through, here. What exactly is wrong with my brain. One doc, the one on staff inside the psych war…
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