I know, I know, you guys are totally sick of hearing about my mental health and lack thereof, but bear with me. Or you can go and keep your rage unexamined and kick a bunch of kittens. Your call.
I was highly pleased to read this post by Alice Bradley. She says that she has heard a lot of writers, in particular, say that they are afraid of going on medicine because it will make them lose their spark. She iterates that if you feel this way you are ON THE WRONG MEDICATION.
I’d like to second her arguments. This fall I’ve taken a small range of psychiatric drugs. I had never taken any psychoactive drugs in all my thirty-mumble years. I am still myself. I am still cranky on the blog. My husband no longer wants to kill me and I can see through the goddamned fog in my head to work. I see nothing wrong with this.
Another claim is that writing is therapy. And getting talk therapy will ruin your self-destructive, brilliant, writing edge. Writing is about getting shit on the page. Therapy, in my experience, is about dealing with the shit in a practical, constructive way once it’s out there. And therapy will help you understand your motivations more. And that will make you understand others’ motivations better as well. Ad this will make you a better goddamned writer.
So, writing and therapy. Have you done it? Discuss.