“The most miraculous moments of my life were not when my daughter and son were born, but when the second or third Prozac pill shot down my throat and catapulted me into a world called sane.” WorldMomentsBornSonDepressionDaughterShotsThirdsIllnessMental IllnessMy DaughterThroatSanePillsMiraculousProzac Author:Lauren Slater
“Are psychiatric crises so overwhelming to the mind that they inhibit the presence of ethics? Is depression at root an amoral phenomenon, its focus on the self preventing any other from really counting? Perhaps. Sometimes. Sometimes, even when we are two we are really only one; we can feel nothing but our own bones, our own difficult breaths.” FeelsMindTwoSelfSometimesDifficultFocusDepressionEthicsRootsBreathsCrisisIllnessBonesMental IllnessPhenomenonOverwhelmingCountingPreventingPsychiatric Author:Lauren Slater
“Much has been said about the meanings we make of illness, but what about the meanings we make out of cure? Cure is complex, disorienting, a revisioning of the self, either subtle or stark. Cure is the new, strange planet, pressing in. The doctor could not have known. And that made me, as it does every patient, only more alone.” DoeHas BeensMadeSaidSelfKnownStrangePlanetsDoctorsComplexesPatientIllnessCuresSubtleStarksMake Out Book:Prozac Diary Source: Prozac Diary
