What We Don’t Talk About When We Talk About Mental Health and Medication
Experiencing a severe reaction to medication taught me many interesting things about the limits of my own body, but also the limits of the world around me.
Here is a thing I am not supposed to confess: I think about it, sometimes, tapering quietly back down again, letting my mind run free, ending the reaction between the drug and my brain.
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