Because sometimes I think about what my life might have been like if I’d been born 500 years ago instead, before antidepressants. Without them, I’m intensely bitchy, antisocial, & creative (whereas with them, I’m only mildly so). 500 years ago, I probably would’ve been executed as a witch. I would’ve lived alone in a hovel on the edge of a marsh tending all my odd little plants, speaking to my numerous animals in their own languages, working on mysterious projects late into the night, and horrifying villagers with my social ineptitude. Also, I’m cross-eyed; if not for corrective surgery at age 2, I would probably have one freakishly twisted blind eye by now. That is, if I hadn’t committed suicide yet.
So, you know, thank God for undeserved grace & for modern medicine.