Are you there, Internet? It's me, Kelly.

In the last year the number of times I’ve told my doctor,
-This medication is not great for me- has become an embarrassment to western civilization.
I’m posting this because, at best, I’ve been told my transparency is helpful and humanizing. * Helpful N’ Human * is my lower back tattoo- crazy hot, I know. Right.
At worst, I’ve been told my transparency is annoying. But I didn’t invite those people to read. They just showed up to this party not knowing what it was. Sorry, it’s really weird here.
Please be well on your quest to fill malls with your bodies and the cars on the freeways with your bodies. Just walk on by. The rest of you, buckle up and subscribe, I need to pay my rent.

”I don’t think this medication is working.”
I’ve tried so many meds while: working, dealing with the regular life shit while my brain swirls, my stomach is upset and I forget to eat for two days.
My kids are like, “Hey! Can I …? ”
And I’m all, “Absolutely, let’s focus on you around the goddamn clock so I can ignore myself.”

If this were a song, “I don’t think this medication is working” would be a repeat line you’d sing with me in the car.
And while I’m totally “fine” and “functioning” and a joy to be around- I’ve decided to level the fuck up.
(I didn’t put joy to be around in quotes because no one said that)