Stop Telling Me I Don’t Need Meds

“Doesn’t Zoloft make you into a zombie? Isn’t that too extreme? You don’t need to be taking that.”

That is the paraphrased version of what my mom told me when I told her I had gone on the pill. The depression medication, not the one involving babies. I began taking sertraline a month earlier at the request of my therapist, a lovely woman who was the first to really understand how bad my problem really is. My mother, on the other hand, had made an unconscious habit of ignoring any potential sign that I had a problem.