i’m a functional sculptor while taking antidepressants. i can even hold linear conversations…but i can’t sing. the music is grey. so i stop taking them and this eternal thing comes out that about 4 people on facebook like, but that’s the core right there for me. it’s living and keeps me alive. very close to alive and very close to death. i can’t do that on antidepressants; well, “live” that is. i can stay alive on them. most definitely. but the cost is living a full shade closer to grey, which wears on my conscience. it will pass. got to hold a job. so keep popping i will to be there at six with grassy boots and calloused hands making time & money come fast doing busy work. it’s nice being outside.