“Insanity in individuals is something rare – but in groups, parties, nations, and epochs, it is the rule.”
No more refills, so the time is here. I should call on Monday to make another appointment, to continue this guided pharmaceutical alchemy. Buspirone, 15 Mg, twice a day. Fluoxetine, 40 Mg, once a day — though yes, yes, I should have taken her suggestion months and months ago when I last saw her and taken the increase to 60 Mg. It has taken such a downturn since then.
Or am I being too dramatic? In any case, have I become entirely reliant on the hopes of medication, of drug use?
Psychological medication is just our most current popular attempt to forcibly adapt our bodies and brains to the artificial culture we have collectively created. Depression, anxiety, ADD, ADHD, OCD — everyone has a mental aberration, psychological dysfunction or emotional imbalance. Why have we all evidently gone crazy?
Maybe we haven’t.
This may be a symptom of our declining culture, of an impending societal collapse. The way I have come to see it, its a lot like when there are a growing number of citizens filling up the prison system in a culture: it is the culture that is failing, say cultural anthropologists, more than the people foolishly wed to it.
This is the way a way of life travels when it is headed for extinction.
When more and more fail to fit a culture’s psychological ideal, perhaps the truth is that the ideal, the culture, is the real fucking problem. The occupants, molded by their society since birth, born into cultural contract, are little more than prisoners.