I call this the crackhouse, where I come to score.
Dr. Sterling is my dealer.
Seems like everyone's doctor is dealing this stuff now.
Sometimes it feels like we're living in a Prozac Nation.
The United States of depression.
I don't know who I am anymore.
I have this personality.
And it's fucked up, but it's me.
And I see myself becoming this person who does the right thing,
who says the right thing, but that's not me.
If only my life could be more like the movies.
I want an angel to swoop down to me like he does to Jimmy Stewart in "It's a Wonderful life" and talk me out of suicide.
I've always waited for that one moment of truth to set me free and change my life forever, but he won't come. It doesn't happen that way. All the drugs, all the therapy, fights, anger, guilt, rafe, suicidal thoughts, all of that was part of some slow recovery process. The same way I went down, I came back up. Gradually, and then suddenly. The pills weren't a cure-all, God knows, but they gave me breathing space, which allowed me to start writing again, only this time, it wasn't as if my life depended on it."
The film 'Prozac Nation'
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