He told me that the good thing about antidepressants is that their effect on anxiety disorders doesn’t fade over time,
that I would only need one year of treatment.
Expectations? High.
Three years have passed.
And what has happened?
Life.
Escitalopram in the mornings.
Pregabalin at night.
And if things get intense, Quetiapine.
And me, learning that healing doesn’t always follow a calendar.
Photography by Xiang Tiange
From Oaxaca, a lover of coffee, books, nature, and museums, convinced that every project can be a small, sensitive revolution.