People have layers.
Every day of our lives, we make choices. Mundane. Profound. Sometimes in between. Not a day goes by that we don’t make some kind of choice.
Some people think that taking psychiatric medication numbs you, takes away your ability to feel, destroys your creativity, and turns you into a functional zombie. It’s not true. The disease does that.
Depression is a parasite. It can’t live without you, but when it latches on it takes and takes and takes until there’s nothing left. The disease strips you of your ability to make your own choices, peels away layers until it can eat your core. It strips away all the good in your life until all that’s left is the part of you that’s too sick to function.
On the flip side, being medicated isn’t a magic pill. They are pills, and they might feel like magic at the start, but all they can do at the end of the day is give you the ability to make choices again. It’s still up to you to make the right ones. ❀