Hi Gay-missed you, girl.

I guess I'm one of the lucky ones, then. Meds have helped me find the focus I need to do my work. Even though they misdiagnosed me for fourteen years, whatever I was taking at the time helped.

It's like that part of my brain is protected. It allows the unimportant things to slip away, and my stories and imagination remain pristine. I seldom remember what day it is and I've woken many times when it was dark and not known if it was morning or evening. And as soon as the shrink's door closes behind me, I release everything she said, saving space for the important things. Like my new book. And watching 'Face Off'.

Even when they changed my diagnosis and changed most of my meds, nothing about my art changed. I can't remember people's names sometimes, even the ones I love. Or my phone number. Or my cat's name. But ask me anything about any of my novels and I am on point and crystal clear.

I don't have a concrete answer for you, qwerty_kid. Maybe it just takes years of practice and (not giving medical advice, just speaking for myself here) I only take 2/3rds of what they prescribe. Otherwise I'd be a freaking zombie. I don't believe in writer's block, or whatever your art is. You either want to do it, or you don't. And when you want to do it badly enough, you will. I'm just not as happy, or as complete when I'm not working. And it makes my fingers itch. Honest.