It’s OK to need stuff…

I used to think that if you’re intelligent you should be on top of your emotional shit…. 

It took me so long to accept that I needed stuff to get me through life… that I couldn’t soliloquise my way outta difficulty.

That I need medication to keep going and be the consistent mother, writer, activist, worker I’m desperate to be.

Without medication, my children can’t rely on me and that hurts to my very core-that they’re not sure if I can be there for them.

Owning my depression has taken the longest time… but now I finally have and only with the help of psychotherapy and anti depressants and hanging with people who go through or empathise with severe depression… 

I need this stuff…



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