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Why Pills are the downfall of society. |
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In our society it seems to be completely acceptable to hand out prescriptions like candy.
A doctor will give you a pill for a sneeze that has 50 side effects like its no big deal.
If you've got a little depression, they throw you on the latest pill to "fix" you. Well, you know what? life isn't supposed to be happy all the time.
I've taken feelings for granted, I know that depression hurts, but doesn't it just make the happiness that much sweeter?
I for one think this pill popping craze is insane.
I'll take my life for example.
Last year, about this time, I started having anxiety attacks.
So what happened? I got thrown on Paxil, to make me better.
I stayed on paxil until one day I realized I didn't feel emotion anymore, nothing, not happy, not sad, I was just there, I couldn't even feel love towards the people I cared for anymore.
So I quit.
And that's when the brain shivers began.
Now these were interesting, it felt like waves, passing from your frontal lobe down through to your cerebellum, then down your spinal chord and into your PNS, then through every nerve in your body,
among other short term affects.
But now, the long term effects are what is most concern me, I just had a wonderful, and very important talk with my boyfriend,
and I can't remember anything I said.
The only thing I remember is thinking, this is important.
So I've asked myself, are these treatments worth it? Is it really worth this price?
Why did they throw me on a medicine, when all I needed was a little therapy and understanding?
Why is our society so focused on instant gratification, no mater the cost?
They tell me I'm wise, but what good is wisdom when you can't remember your own words?
I'm afraid I'm forgetting who I am.
I guess I'm sure "fixed" now.
I have to spend the rest of my life fighting this s**t, because one doctor needed to get my insurance money.
I ask you, why not just give me a lobotomy, divide my corpus callosum, and hey, while your at it, lets detach my frontal lobe from the rest of my brain.
Completely destroy my person.
Fun.
Great.
Then everyone wins.
Because, hell, if were not happy, were not being the good little patriots were supposed to be.
 Moira · Tue Mar 20, 2007 @ 09:13am · 4 Comments |
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