“When we think of those guilty of sexual assault and abuse, we tend to be reminded of some of the most vile and morally corrupt figures in our lives and in the news.
As someone who has always highly respected women, I never imagined I could be remotely associated with this issue.
It turns out, I was wrong.”
I’ve been on Prozac for over a month and a half now. The big change I’ve noticed now that it’s fully kicked in is that I’m obnoxiously joyful much of the time. I was like this back in high school, so it feels kinda weird to be so happy almost all the time. I never thought the “old me” would come back. I thought it died when my parents divorced and experienced my more traumatic episodes of sexual assault. Continue reading Obnoxiously Joyful
Trigger warning: sexual harassment
Lately I’ve been going on short bike rides a few times per week in a huge park that I love to refer to as my “urban oasis.” Early last Saturday morning, I was doing my usual route alone in the woods. I was enjoying the fact that I was building stamina and could see my muscles start to get more defined. Plus, it’s so relaxing to be immersed in nature and see lots of cute dogs. Continue reading A Man Tried to Follow Me When I Was Biking
Long story short: I freaking love Prozac and I wish I’d given it a try ten years ago. Continue reading One Month on Prozac