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Chapter 17

           IhuddledinaballwhileSusanmadethephonecallsandfoundmeapsychiatristwhowouldgivemeaconsultationthatveryday,todiscussthepossibilityofprescribingantidepressants.IlistenedtoSusan’sone-sidedconversationwiththedoctor,listenedtohersay,"I’mafraidmyfriendisgoingtoseriouslyhurtherself."Iwasafraid,too.

           WhenIwenttoseethepsychiatristthatafternoon,heaskedmewhathadtakenmesolongtogethelp-asifIhadn’tbeentryingtohelpmyselfalreadyforsolong.Itoldhimmyobjectionsandreservationsaboutantidepressants.IlaidcopiesofthethreebooksI’dalreadypublishedonhisdesk,andIsaid,"I’mawriter.Pleasedon’tdoanythingtoharmmybrain."Hesaid,"Ifyouhadakidneydisease,youwouldn’thesitatetotakemedicationforit-whyareyouhesitatingwiththis?"But,see,thatonlyshowshowignoranthewasaboutmyfamily;aGilbertmightverywellnotmedicateakidneydisease,seeingthatwe’reafamilywhoregardanysicknessasasignofpersonal,ethical,moralfailure.

           Heputmeonafewdifferentdrugs-Xanax,Zoloft,Wellbutrin,Busperin-untilwefoundthecombinationthatdidn’tmakemenauseatedorturnmylibidointoadimanddistantmemory.Quickly,inlessthanaweek,Icouldfeelanextrainchofdaylightopeninginmymind.Also,Icouldfinallysleep.Andthiswastherealgift,becausewhenyoucannotsleep,youcannotgetyourselfoutoftheditch-there’snotachance.

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