I apologize for taking such a long time to answer your question. I wondered how best to respond, and how to appropriately answer in public, since I know you are not the only one who wonders about the status of Death and Taxes. In the end I’ve opted for total transparency and honesty, just, well, because.
Death and Taxes is just one of the myriad joys in my life that have been completely consumed by Major Depressive Disorder. The last two years in particular have seen a sharp decline in almost everything I used to enjoy - art, music, writing, blogging, nearly every friendship and social interaction. All of these things are just… gone, like they were never there at all.
This is humiliating, but depression has gotten so debilitating to my day-to-day functionality that my mental health provider has recommended me to disability services at my university. Any day that I manage to shower and feed myself three square meals is now a significant accomplishment. I am trying new medications, but the adjustment period is long and the side effects are a barrel of monkeys in and of themselves.
Right now, Death and Taxes feels like a chapter from someone else’s life. I want that life back, even though I have no idea how to get there. Last week I barely left my bed and starved myself for several days in a row. This week, with the help of several therapists, an SSRI and some anti-anxiety medication, I’m fighting tooth and nail just to get up and bathe and eat and exercise. Next week I want to go back to classes and try to finish up the semester. Soon, I want to write or draw or talk to my friends again. Someday, I want to publish Death and Taxes.
I wish I could give you more than someday, but someday is a lot more than I had a week ago.