Depression Is a Big Fat Motherfucker of a Blessing
I’m not going to lie. After I saw Dr. $300, I was a bit shaken up. Even though I’m not bipolar, the fact that it occurred to him (and many of you readers too.. I’ve gotten lots of “are you SURE you aren’t bipolar?” emails over the last month) is unsettling. Sure I can joke that wouldn’t it be great to have manic stages to offset the depression, think of how much writing and fucking I could accomplish! BRING ON THE MANIA! But I’d be lying to myself.
It bothers me because with each mental what the fuck of depression, ADHD, whatever the hell other neurological demons are being unearthed, I feel that much more… distanced? Not normal? I dunno, SCREWED?








