
One question I’ve been getting a lot lately from new doctors and nurse practitioners and nurses who do the pre-interviews for the former two is, why did I start taking antidepressants in the first place?

What if the calendar flips over and suddenly it’s January and *gah!* I still don’t have my life figured out.

It’s hard for me to look at the details of my life and be able to pick one out and say this, this here is something I get from my father.

This is a stupid debate to get drawn into. It acknowledges another possible interpretation of the events, when there isn’t one.
I asked how he was feeling. He gave me a thumbs up.