Stop defining myself as a depressive.

These days I still take the antidepressants. But I read journal entries from one year ago, when I had to go off them due to other treatments. I was a different person! I had a big temper, but I was also alive. I didn’t have to wonder how I really felt. I wasn’t complacent. I wasn’t as able to cope (i.e. comply) with unhappy situations, either.

I guess (see, without drugs I’d never qualify a statement) I stay complacent and complicit to direct my energies for now. Pick the fights.