1 Big blue and white one, 2 small oval yellow ones, and 1 small round blue one. Take once a day with or without food.
At the young age of just 16 years old I take more medications than an elderly woman in an old age home. My mom even briefly considered getting me one of those pill boxes that have the days of the week printed on them... yeah... it's that bad. Since I was a young kid I've been shoved into more therapist's offices than I can count and had more tests done on me than a lab rat. ADD, ADHD, and an Anxiety Disorder are just a few of my many problems. I take my meds every day. 365 days. Seeing as though I am a teenager however, sometimes I forget to take these little pills. And my parents are the first ones to remind me of their importance and necessary role in my life. When I'm off my meds I can never tell whether I'm more myself or if that volatile creature only appears in the absence of a medication that I take everyday. In some ways I feel that my medications numb my humanity and force me to be predictable and emotionless. But I also know that I can't do a lot of the things I love to do without them. So, my fellow poets, I ask you a question: Is the tragedy of losing myself in a great abyss of nothingness worth being able to focus in class or stand in large groups of people without having a panic attack?