I like to think Ducky moved back to Shermer 20 years later, and Andie is married with kids.
Like a scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if you could just stop tonguing it. But you can’t
I have been on Zoloft (or the generic) for the past six years. I say six years, but I am poor and never really been very good at taking pills. So there are times when I can’t afford it, or just forget to take it regularly. These “off” periods usually consist of being just fine for a week or so, and then slowly spiraling into a dark hole filled with my own emotional filth. Not getting out of bed, dreading leaving the house or even talking to someone on the phone are typical symptoms. But eventually, this gets to be too much, and I either get someone to buy them for me or I have to put sticky notes everywhere to remind me to take them. And when I do…
HOORAY!!! I love the feeling that comes back once I get those serotonin levels back to normal and I feel so joyous and adventurous and unafraid. It’s amazing. Every time I get back on my meds, I feel alive again. And every time I get off them, I remind myself of the hole and what it feels like to get out of that hole, and simply be without all of those sad ghosts holding me down.
I just got back on after a long rough patch and I feel like I can take on the world. Thank You Zoloft! Thank You Pfizer! I don’t care what they say about you. I love you!