This eponymous post accomplishes two important tasks: 1) it enables me to use the very-cool word “eponymous” in a sentence, and 2) it explains the name of this, my blog. In this post I describe my relationship with Prozac and other antidepressants which, like a series of bad relationships, entered my life with promise and a potential of making things better but mostly just made me cranky or unhappier or both – until I found, or rediscovered, The One. There were other things that also carried me through what has been, by far, the worst, the darkest time in my life: supportive friends, swimming and tai chi, chocolate, Jenny Lawson of thebloggess.com. But antidepressants opened the door, for me, to sunlight again. That very door had been blown closed by a threat to my child’s life and for a time I lived with the possibility that it would never be opened again. But I have been lucky, many times over, and so it was in this case with my daughter.

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