As those of you who had to listen to me crying at my desk every day for six months know, 2013 was not a banner year for me, mental health-wise. So in 2014 I was prescribed anti-anxiety medication -- or as Siri just transcribed it, "anti-exciting medication," which is appropriate since it made me less excitable (volatile). It was life-changing. I could function again, I could think rationally (and empathetically) again, I was happy. The only downside is that I gained 30 poun ds in nine months. Having been both skinny/sad and fat/happy, I can say definitively that I would rather be fat/happy. (Also, one of the anxieties that anti-anxiety medication alleviates, I've discovered, is anxiety about being fat.) But when the psych suggested that I might not be anxious, just crazy, she switched me to a different medication that did not have the weight-gain side effect. The jury's still out on how well this new drug is working (I might be both anxious AND crazy, after al...