I have been grinding on this one for a while. How we judge others for their coping methods. How a successful use of modern medicine can be viewed as a failure.
Taking SSRI’s is not ideal, of course. In an ideal world, I could ease into the day with some yoga and meditation, but there are three children that need sorting out before I can even drink a hot beverage. In better circumstances I could take an extra long shower and belt out songs before cycling leisurely to the park to read and boost my spirits. But again, life gets in the way. Maybe one day I won’t need to take my sertraline. It won’t be this week, maybe not even this year. There’s too much at stake. The looming of medicinal marijuana in the UK is a glimmer of hope that I may get off the pills, but until then I am happy to take the help. We can’t all ohm it away, some of our brain’s need a chemical shortcut, and that’s okay.