I have to understand now that pills will never be a friend of mine for as long as I live, and I must admit that the fault is mine. I was a child whose mood was as volatile as the next and it is a partial excuse for the behavior I exhibited the evening that pills became a foe to me. As a young adult, I look back at this event as a defining moment in my life.
I remember it, that night, too vividly that it is sometimes too traumatic to think about it, but it is experience that defines me- so I have no choice but to remember. It was that bottle, the tubular orange container topped with a pink cap, in homage to breast cancer, that was glaring at me that particular stressful evening. It's odd that I don't remember what had caused me the great distress
I remember it, that night, too vividly that it is sometimes too traumatic to think about it, but it is experience that defines me- so I have no choice but to remember. It was that bottle, the tubular orange container topped with a pink cap, in homage to breast cancer, that was glaring at me that particular stressful evening. It's odd that I don't remember what had caused me the great distress