How many miracles did I miss?
Twenty years ago when I was a new therapist I was so clear. About so many things. I was extremely clear about anti-depressants. I thought they were perfectly fine. For other people. Not for me. Or my kids. I could (and did) talk about all the negative side effects to the traditional drugs–Prozac, Paxil, Zoloft–primarily, weight gain and weight gain and weight gain, but I didn’t talk about the other reason I didn’t want to take any of those medications. I mean, you know,