mid-30s wma. all i ever wanted was to know everything and solve every problem. i’ve found i can barely formulate the most pressing question and sure as shit don’t know the answer
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My PNP thought these messages were disturbing. I agree. It was a disturbing decade.
Message 1: Taking SRIs during my marriage was like applying numbing cream and sticking my face in a beehive. What I felt, but could not explicate, could not quite grasp: “If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – for ever.”
Message 2: People sometimes ask how my wife is doing. Do you think they asked McCain how his captors are doing? The North Vietnamese probably should have given him SSRIs, maybe he would have went home when they offered and they’d have had a propaganda win. Hindsight is 20/20…