As I am uncovering the debris from the explosion of my marriage, I am trying to figure things out. One of my dear friends offered me some anti-depressants. She highly recommended them.
I paused.
I have nothing against medicating for mood disorders or mental illness. Sometimes people's emotions can leave them debilitated. If a pharmacological solution makes them functional, so be it.
Yet, I didn't want to be medicated. I wanted to feel the pain of this trauma. Pain is our bodies way of saying stop. I needed to feel the grief. How will I know when it is better if I first don't feel the pain?
This blog is about the little and big thoughts that pop into my head. I once read that when Flannery O'Connor walked into a bookstore, she would want to edit her published works with a red pen. In the digital world, we have the luxury of tweaking things up after we've hit the publish button. I can be a perfectionist/procrastinator, where waiting for the ideal means little gets done. Here I will share what is not--and likely will never be--perfect.
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