A hard pill to swallow

Sanity is just within my grasp
It’s on the other side of these bottles
Of pills that I have to take
Everyday
For the rest of forever
Small circles and squares
That dictate my life
Make me “normal”
Entering my bloodstream
Like some magic elixir
That changes my chemistry
The chemistry that was wrong, to begin with
Why was I made this way?
I am struggling to understand
I am grasping at straws
But it’s like water falling through my hands
I cannot catch anything but small drops
Before it funnels through my fingers
One less pill
And I’m gone again

It only takes one less.



Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, PCOS, PTSD, Rape, Self Esteem, self-care, Sexual Abuse, Suicide, Writing

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