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Country Songs I Can Cry To Again Now That I’m Off My Anti-Depressant
One Month Off Lexapro and I’m Doing Just Fine
Hello readers,
I took an edible and now you must pay for it.
It’s been a long time. Since we last spoke, I’ve been searching for full-time work, and gone completely off my anti-depressant. Lexapro saved my ass in a crisis moment four years ago, so that isn’t a disavowal of the wonders of psychopharmacology. I am simply searching for an alternative. My social anxiety has only gotten worse in the interim, and although Lexapro is supposed to tamper that down, too, it hasn’t done a thing for me in that regard.
The upside to all this is: I can cry again. And while I could cry if I was really worked up about something super serious and super worthwhile to cry about, the Lexapro really stunted my ability to cry over shit like a Season 2 episode of Grey’s Anatomy or my favorite country songs.
Despite the big hair, the rhinestones, and the fringe, a lot of queers have an understandable aversion to country music. It is, largely, aggressively straight and incredibly white (the sequel to Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close).
What’s going on in pop country over the past couple decades seems to me like a weird, grunting caveman version of…
