No filter, truth speaks without apprehension.
"Do you consider yourself depressed?"
"I don't believe in depression."
"Please explain."
"I mean, I don't believe that depression is a disease. I don't see anything wrong with being (airs quotation marks) "depressed". I feel like being sad is normal. It's all a part of growing up."
"All of what you are saying is very much true. However, when asked the question initially, what was the initial response?"
"I suppose yes, I am a bit unhappy."
"And do you think this is what is triggering the anxiety?"
"I don't know. I mean, technically, the answer would be yes.. I feel anxious most often when I am upset. But truthfully, I don't know why I feel the way I do, or what causes what. I came to you hoping to find the answers."
"This is a stronger prescription, so be sure you're taking it in proper dosages." (scribbles quickly, hands over prescription, and leaves room).
I wanted so badly to take the prescription, crumple it up, and throw it at her face.
Tremendously medicated, hardly intoxicated. Prognoses, diagnoses, neurosis. Sadly, I didn't want to hear it anymore. I am steadfast. I want to figure it out all on my own. I hate being told what is wrong with me.
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