“I’m feel like I’m going to die any day,” I admitted to the doctor. “It stresses me out. The only way I can survive is by busying my mind. What if someone thinks I’m gay because my ex-girlfriend realized she was man. What if I have to work five jobs in my life just to make it, not because I enjoy them. What if I fail Ben? What if I sext my mother, again, by accident? What if other kids sexted their mothers frequently? I feel like I don’t have enough time any more because I have to check Facebook like a drug addict. I don’t have enough time. I would get a gym membership, but Facebook takes up so much of my time. I go to Chili’s when I want to fit in. Lego my ego. I don’t know who I am. I feel like I’m going to die any day.”
“Calm down”, said the doctor. “Who told you that you needed Adderall? You’re suffering from anxiety and depression, not A.D.D.?
“You,” I told the doctor.
“Well he was wrong,” said the doctor. I look confused. He continued as if “You” meant third person, “I think he diagnosed you wrong. You need Prozac.” He wrote out a prescription. “Try this. Let me know if anything seems… off.”
“Depressed…off?” I looked at the prescription, “Fluoxetine?”
“That’s Prozac?” the doctor assured.
“What is this going to do to me?”
“Ease your anxiety?”
“And then what?” I asked.
“And then, you can go back and finish episode #19.”
“Calm down”, said the doctor. “Who told you that you needed Adderall? You’re suffering from anxiety and depression, not A.D.D.?
“You,” I told the doctor.
“Well he was wrong,” said the doctor. I look confused. He continued as if “You” meant third person, “I think he diagnosed you wrong. You need Prozac.” He wrote out a prescription. “Try this. Let me know if anything seems… off.”
“Depressed…off?” I looked at the prescription, “Fluoxetine?”
“That’s Prozac?” the doctor assured.
“What is this going to do to me?”
“Ease your anxiety?”
“And then what?” I asked.
“And then, you can go back and finish episode #19.”
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