Jungle fever
Life without antidepressants has been ... real. No doubt about it. I keep asking myself, "Is all this reality a good thing?"
I think it's a necessary thing.
I had an interesting insight yesterday. My "list writing" post was all well and good, but I'm struggling to stay positive, especially whilst at work. I remember this thought distinctly flitting through my headspace: Do I really want to deal with all this?
I am at a crossroads. Do I stay the course, fighting my way to sanity? Or do I take the easy way out and put myself back in that prison cell that was my drugged up, hazy mind? Things were undoubtedly easier there.
I choose life. I choose liberty. Through these things I hope to find lasting happiness of the deepest kind. Wish me luck as I machete my way through the jungle of my mind.