I want to stop taking the tablets… I feel like I’m only functioning under the influence of my ‘happy pills’ why can’t I just be normal?
I want to explain to him how exhausted I am, even in my dreams, how I wake up tired, how Iām being drowned by some kind of black wave, but I canāt write, and he doesnāt really wanna know about it anyway.
Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via rudegay15)
We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving. We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins. We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive as our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers. We are the daughters of the feminists who said, āYou can be anythingā, and we heard, āYou have to be everything.ā
Courtney Martin (via gotdiamondsforsouls)
He said, “You
taste like Prozac
and cigarettes
and I don’t want
my lips to taste
like the sad words
you whisper after
you’ve had too
much to drink.”
Why He Couldn’t Stay // heartofthebitter-mindofapoet (via heartofthebitter-mindofapoet)
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