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side effects may vary You tell me we are too good for this world -- we understand things that no one else can. We feel deeper than the mindless people around us. To make us feel like we belong, to validate us, the doctors give us important labels like OCD and manic depression and bi-polar disorder. We are both scared to relinquish our misery to the science of psychopharmacology, but I finally give in. I walk with Dr. Fernandes down the path from Xanax to Prozac to Ambien to Ativan to Klonopin and finally to Valium. You watch me as I walk, my mind emptying out with every pill that goes in -- every pill pushes out a piece of my diseased mind. Eventually, if I take enough pills, everything will be gone and nothing will be left. Your potent, wicked words condemn me as a legal addict, but I know it is just your jealousy speaking. I am getting out, and you are getting left behind. You make outrageous, frenzied threats about jumping off a bridge, and I tell you when I hear the news I will slit my delicate wrists in the beautiful green marbled luxury jacuzzi tub to join you forever. But I won't. |
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