A personal reflection on depression, contradiction, and what it means to be seen.

It’s been an awful, draining week.

All I can do is state the fact and try to move beyond the quagmire of repetetive thoughts — and write.

A year ago today I took my first pill, the start of the complicated journey that is called treatment. Many assume that medication is a magical thing, you take it and all is well with the world again, or at least with the way you see it.