Why Do I Require This Many Pills To Function?
Tap tap tap, is this thing still on? I know it has been a minute, or, more accurately, 2,628,000 minutes since I visited this corner of the internet. Despite continuing to pay for this domain, for the last five years I have neglected my creative pursuits, save for a Medium article here or there . I have not yet succeeded in fully comprehending why. A COVID hangover, in part, and the physical, mental, and intergenerational turmoil it brought. A Trump hangover, too, after holding our collective breath watching the Biden administration soft land the economy only for Trump 2.0 to take a massive fascistic shit on it (and the shit is named Steven Miller). In order to take this journey into deeper self-knowledge I decided to examine my various psychotropic prescriptions in the hopes of revealing why it is I need to take a handful of pills every morning to keep myself from swan diving off the Broadway Junction platform at rush hour (reserving the right to include having to commute through...
