Intrusive thoughts, drugs, and the fine art of model making
With a blog title like that, I feel like I need a crazy Hunter S. Thompson level story to tell. This is not that story. Well... maybe? Nah, the drugs in this story are of the prescribed variety. A few months back, I started taking Zoloft every day. If you're not familiar with this particular SSRI drug, it's prescribed for depression and anxiety. I'm not positive about my potential depression, but oh boy have I suffered my entire life from anxiety. You know that show "Dexter" about the serial killer who calls his desire to murder his "dark passenger"? Well, I have one of those dark passengers too. Mine isn't of the "let's kill them all" variety (unless they are not using their turn signals, and then that's a different story all together). My dark passenger is a voice in my head screaming "YOU AREN'T DOING THIS RIGHT!! YOU REALLY SUCK [...]