"Perfect Drug" - Nine Inch Nails

Turns out, there isn’t one.

I recently started taking an antidepressant, Lexapro. I was told it would make me feel happier; make me experience things I never could before due to my chronic depression and sadness. So far, I’d had prolonged headaches, a lack of sleep, an upset stomach, and still: depression. One day, though, I felt genuinely happy, which was nice.

I turned to these pills after an intensely hard few months, but ironically, things in my life seem to only be getting worse with the return and pain given to me by Cliodhna. I’m assuming that in a while, the pills are going to try to improve my mood, make me feel better and whatnot, while also destroying my mental abilities. Eventually my prescription is going to run out, my mom isn’t going to pay to renew it, and I’ll start suffering greatly from the withdrawal symptoms: feelings and side-effects short of (and including) death.

I’m hoping that this medication doesn’t destroy any friendships or anything that I’ve accumulated over the years, well, any more than graduating ever will. Only time will tell how things like this will work; and hopefully it works out for the best. If not, oh well.