Love and antidepressants.
Hey, check this shit out.
"Marazziti compared the lovers' serotonin levels with those of a group of people suffering from obssesive compulsive disorder and another group who were free from both passion and mental illness. Levels of serotonin in both the obsessives' blood and the lovers' blood were 40 percent lower than those in her normal subjects. Translation: Love and obsessive-compulsive disorder could have a similar chemical profile. Translation: Love and mental illness may be difficult to tell apart."
That would explain a lot of things in my life.
"We do fall in love, sometimes over and over again, subjecting ourselves, each time, to a very sick state of mind. There is hope, however, for those caught in the grip of runaway passion-Prozac. There's nothing like that bicolored bullet for damping down the sex drive and making you feel "blah" about the buffet. Helen Fisher believes that the ingestion of drugs like Prozac jeopardizes one's ability to fall in love - and stay in love. By dulling the keen edge of love and it's associated libido, relationships go stale. Says Fisher,'I know of one couple on the edge of divorce. The wife was on an anti-depressant. Then she went off it, started having orgasms once more, felt the renewal of sexual attraction to her husband, and they're now in love all over again.'"
Anyway, that's and article about love I was reading in the National Geographic issue that just came today. It explains a lot for me I think. Prozac, Lexapro, Zoloft...it's all the same isn't it?
I'd rather be insane and in love then sane and listless.