I narrated to him the events of Vicki's death fourteen years before, and also its terrible impact upon lifestyle. He listened, his eyes fastened on my service. When I finished, I found myself surprised that he seemed shaken; his face was white wine. It took a few moments for him to speak, and I will never forget his things.
So when my psychiatrist (number 5 or 6, I not remember!), discussed prescribing an anti-depressant for me, I was totally against it. Why? Because if I had to take an...Read Full Post »