I battled depression and psychosis for 16-years. 16 long, long years. A couple of years ago I just kinda snapped back into the present and though I’m not gonna say that all is rosy... I’m better, in many ways.

I really messed up two years in the five years that it would have taken for my PhD. I, too, was an Ivy League student, Cambridge four years followed. I skeedattled back to the states and got my SJD. I did get my masters from King’s College but I wasted those two years chasing a PhD. Numerous reasons to feel time wasted.

I had those times. I’ve never been suicidal but I’ve had those times when I lacked the energy to engage the world with my life. With my severe agoraphobia, I still hesitate.

I’ll be seeing a real MD/shrink each week for 3-4 months (at least). I like her (first impression, yesterday). I think — yeah, pretty sure; I think that I do best when I feel like I’m participating in being ‘some kind of better.’ If that makes sense?



***that’s unexpected***