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Chapter 17

           Thepillsgavemethoserecuperativenighthoursback,andalsostoppedmyhandsfromshakingandreleasedthevisegriparoundmychestandthepanicalertbuttonfrominsidemyheart.

           Still,Ineverrelaxedintotakingthosedrugs,thoughtheyhelpedimmediately.Itnevermatteredwhotoldmethesemedicationswereagoodideaandperfectlysafe;Ialwaysfeltconflictedaboutit.Thosedrugswerepartofmybridgetotheotherside,there’snoquestionaboutit,butIwantedtobeoffthemassoonaspossible.I’dstartedtakingthemedicationinJanuaryof2003.ByMay,Iwasalreadydiminishingmydosagesignificantly.Thosehadbeenthetoughestmonths,anyhow-thelastmonthsofthedivorce,thelastraggedmonthswithDavid.CouldIhaveenduredthattimewithoutthedrugs,ifI’djustheldoutalittlelonger?CouldIhavesurvivedmyself,bymyself?Idon’tknow.That’sthethingaboutahumanlife-there’snocontrolgroup,nowaytoeverknowhowanyofuswouldhaveturnedoutifanyvariableshadbeenchanged.

           Idoknowthesedrugsmademymiseryfeellesscatastrophic.SoI’mgratefulforthat.ButI’mstilldeeplyambivalentaboutmood-alteringmedications.I’mawedbytheirpower,butconcernedbytheirprevalence.Ithinktheyneedtobeprescribedandusedwithmuchmorerestraintinthiscountry,andneverwithouttheparalleltreatmentofpsychologicalcounseling.Medicatingthesymptomofanyillnesswithoutexploringitsrootcauseisjustaclassicallyhare-brainedWesternwaytothinkthatanyonecouldevergettrulybetter

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