Well, I get to go to the doctor in about an hour to see about getting an anti-depressant. I can’t help but feel like I’m buying into the whole mess of “I’m not happy so I’m going to take drugs to fix it.” I wouldn’t do it if it weren’t for Zoni and her prodding, and I know she’s trying to get me to do what she things is best for me. I just don’t know.
I’m scared to death of getting psychologically addicted to the stuff, and feeling like everytime I get a little down I have to go get a pill. I don’t want my life to be led by medicine. I guess we’ll see what she gives me and until then who knows.