Happy Anniversary, Sanity!

Thirteen years ago, I was locked up. I was 24 years old in Austin, Texas. A bright, blossoming wounded made up girl-person flung far from the bleak overcast of depression or the jagged broken-record of anxiety. I was HIGH and flying ever higher. No one could stop me. I was a rainbow technicolor butterfly emerging […]

The Forest Cure

Why I’m Anti Antidepressants Many years ago, I sat on the couch of a stern psychiatrist who informed me that I needed to take prescription psychotropic pills every day for the rest of my life. That didn’t sit well with me. But, I was 21, and facing the moment-to-moment reality of horrible depression during every […]