In My Defense
Your outpouring of support during Medicating Salvation has been a tonic and I thank you so much. From sharing personal experiences to offering pats on the back to telling me about my amygdala, the almond-shaped set of neurons in my head that need to chill the f*ck out, well, you’re the reason why I put myself out there. Here.
Sometimes however, like that time at your high school prom, putting out can bite you in the ass. In the middle of a dialogue about my attack, my friend underestimated my vulnerability and called this blog, my words, a “portrait of depression”.
It made me think of my kids reading this blog, as I’m sure they will one day, maybe as teenagers but probably as adults and/or parents. It’s not the first time I’ve thought about it and while I write for myself, I am accountable to them. So please let me be clear: