Rachel Kelly
mind
More than a decade ago, I remember the exact moment when I decided I would try and reduce my dependence on antidepressants. I was emerging from my second serious depressive episode, and had begun to pick up the reins of my life – but I had ballooned in weight, and still felt desperately passive, like a powerless insect trapped in amber. I had come to rely on others in my battle to beat the blues, chiefly psychiatrists who dispensed drugs. One sunny morning, when I was still lying in bed at 11am, I resolved to find other ways to stay calm and well.