Thank you for the warning. I am unutterably weary of the idea that treat a mental illness destroys the individual creative spark. IMX, it's the illness that does that -- the pain of self-loathing, the dull repetition of obsessive memories, the horror of nightmares made worse by their truth, the crushing fears that prevent achievement, the exhaustion from the ongoing struggle.

I live with a couple of mental illnesses -- PTSD and major depression. I've spent a lot of my time, money, and energy since I reached adulthood fighting them and finding ways to live a good life around them. Sure, I could pretend they're not there. But then I'd inexorably drift into despair, destruction, and suicide. Even with antidepressants I have a rough time sometimes. And I have friends whose suffering is far worse.

Anything I've achieved, I've done in spite of the mental illness.