But fuck it, make it a colorful mess.
I sometimes think this was my downfall – feeling so bland and dull all the time when I was on SSRIs, a goddamn robot. It kept me out of trouble, for the most part, but that wasn’t living for me. Everything felt like nothing, I couldn’t even appreciate my relationships or pets or even my own free time.
Kick that pill and the mania sets in. That’s all fun and games until you get tazed at an airport trying to suicide by cop.
But it’s so much more interesting seeing life in color.