Every time I meet someone new, especially if it’s a romantic partner, the second they learn I’m on a cocktail of psychiatric medication, their first impulse is to tell me how they’re gonna try to wean me off it. I’m sure their hearts are in the right place… kinda… but yeah, they can fuck all the way off if they think I’m going back to my pre-medicated state. They really think of psychiatry as some fluffy non-science that deals with amorphous and vague conditions, and no doubt believe the books that seem to come out every year claiming the entire industry is a placebo factory. Like, come spend the week with me when I stop taking my meds and tell me it’s a placebo 😒

I’m sorry to hear about your brothers. Two of my brothers are fellow depression sufferers too, multiple attempts between them, so I feel incredibly lucky when I read a comment like yours. It’s been hard, but it hasn’t been that hard. I don’t know what I’d do if one (nevermind both) of my brothers checked out. Doesn’t bear thinking about, and again I feel lucky that I have the option to not think about such eventualities. I can’t imagine what your family has gone through.

All the best to you 💗