Have we killed our creative genius by medicating ourselves? As I teeter on the edge of sanity, I wonder what will happen to my creativity if I go on medication. Perhaps the same brain chemistry, brain structure and genetics that causes me to be able to create is what takes me into periods of madness. What if this is not a disease but a gift? If you look back through history, it seems many of the great inventors, artists, writers, poets, philosophers would be deemed “mentally ill” by today’s standards. Have we pathologized every variance of the human condition to the point that creativity can no longer flourish? Are we killing the unborn children of the soul? If so, we have aborted more dreams than heaven can bear.