Normal? I don’t know any normal people.

Seroquel doesn’t make me normal but it calms me and I don’t have conversations with dead people often.

The small dose of Effexor that I take might stay bipolar MDD, but, christ, normal?

My opinion only: I think that we of the not-quite-right (or, in this highly charged political atmosphere, not-quite-left if you prefer) have an ideal, of sorts, that we want to believe. We want to believe that there exists a large group - a group that we may never join - of shiny-happy-people living in Seattle drinking fine coffees, working as artisans, making good money, admired by their peers, giving back to their community and to the larger world, in long-lasting relationships and leading fulfilling lives. And they’re normal.

But they aren’t; those people don’t exist.

Meh; I wouldn’t worry about ‘normal,’ if I were you. I tried it once for a couple of months and it drove me crazy.

You’re so lucky to have a loving family member nearby! I think that’s great.

Ya know, I believe that some people ARE on a horribly crooked, brambled and treacherous path. The majority of people walk those paths. We have no path - we stumble through the jungle and encounter deadly snakes and beautiful waterfalls. And we endure and survive because we really do value life and living.

I’m sorry that you’re having a rough time just now. I wish that I had some wise advice to give but all that I have to offer is empathy: as in, yeah, I know those feelings, too.

Peace.