On Kanye West

Respect to Kanye – and everyone else struggling with mental illness and psychotropic treatment – it’s not easy and I don’t judge at all. To those who stand in judgment: go SEE WHAT IT FEELS LIKE to be a Guinea pig, for YEARS – sporadically changing your perception of EVERYTHING, possibly every few months – while a still grey science keeps saying: “well let’s try this [and see what it does to your thoughts and emotions and perspective of everything, including what is “real” or “in your head”], then come back in a few months and we’ll chat for 15 minutes to establish what life feels like for you NOW. Better, (more) suicidal, confused, scared, or all of the above? Hmmm 🤔 Ok, we’ll let’s try THIS now, and see what it does to your thoughts and emotions. And let’s just check in, in a few months, for an update on how you are THEN. See you next time! 😃”….as though you could have 1) any consistent concept of who you really are while throwing different – and relatively new – medications into the mix of chemically driven thoughts and feelings, or 2) a clear fucking perception of “how things are going”. Have some compassion, people!!!! Please! 🙏🏼 Have you ever been, or are you currently, that person you are judging?? No? Then kindly fuck off with your commentary. ✌🏼