You’re writing about me. Except it’s my dad and he’s dragging me to his cultist church. I only calm once I start tracing every letter in the bible, like I was trying to rewrite it.

Your use of “relapse” is profound, since it’s not like alcohol or any drug a kid would have access too. Your talking about a prescription, you replace “relapse” with giving in. I’m going to be thinking on this fact for some time now, since I have a healthcare provider suggesting I “go back on” anti depressants. Yes, you’re right, it would be like relapsing. Shit.

This is taken directly from my own experience during Junior year of high school.

If your healthcare provider is suggesting going back on anti-depressants I can’t say that I am knowledgeable enough to agree or disagree with them, but I hope that my writing here has not discouraged you from following their advice. I’m not on medication any longer, but in the end it was the meds that gave me the time I needed to figure out how to fight for myself.

I chose the word relapse here because it was entirely how I felt about the situation at the time and I wanted to fully integrate the reader with that experience, but I would hate to think of my work being detrimental to your success at the hands of a real therapist. I don’t expect that I am truly so influential as to make or break the decision for you, but I just wanted to make clear my feelings.

Thank you for the positive rating and I’m glad you could connect, this is a very personal piece for me.

In your bio you say that you don’t like writing about yourself but if this is the result, I say do it! While my own anxieties are a little different, your words managed to transcend the specifics and stab me right in the brain. You made me FEEL anxious which makes me a bit envious. I have trouble making my readers feel anything.

All your kind words just now made me happy ;) Thanks Robert, I’m glad it managed to get to you.