![]() ![]() Lissie says she finds the notion of chemically rebalancing your mood scary, she says it’s the idea of taking something that could alter how she really is. Cognitive behavioral therapy, counseling, psychotherapy-none of it really worked in the way that the pills did. The depression I fell into after university wasn’t about exams and self-worth, it was something stranger, more chemical, something that no talking cure was going to fix. But I don’t think it’s as simple as that. ![]() My friend Erin says we all have demons inside us, voices that whisper we’re no good, that if we don’t make this promotion or ace that exam we’ll reveal to the world exactly what kind of worthless sacks of skin and sinew we really are. I had nothing but love and support, but that wasn’t enough somehow. ![]() I wasn’t beaten, abused, or expected to get nothing but As. I had a great childhood, loving parents, the whole package. “There’s no reason, on paper at least, why I need these pills to get through life. ![]()
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