Antidepressants

What's been a good replacement:

• Chopping down undergrowth on my property
• Living a life full of uncertainty. Where's my food going to come from? Don't know. How am I going to drink water? No clue.
• Reading books. The best kind of escapism, so long as I keep up with my chores and shit, book-reading is a nice alternative to feeling bad about a lack of adventure in life.

If you chop something down, it feels like you're sawing through the anger, not forgetting about it. Not severing it. Sawing through it. Slowly, because I'm not strong. Life in the woods sucked, but it taught me so much.

They killed my art. They made me sleepy all the time, and that made me pretty fucking depressed. I'd say that it's pretty safe to say that I'll never take one ever again.

I did use the pill bottle as a shot glass tonight. That was nice.