I remember distinctly the first pill I ever swallowed.
The smooth rubbery surface of the red and yellow pill.
I was nine years old.
My mother held my hand as she motioned for me to swallow it.
I remember closing my eyes before counting to three. I remember popping the pill into my gaping mouth and gulping an entire glass of water.
"Good girl!" My mother had cried, her small fingers pinching my cheeks adoringly.
The doctor in the white coat offered a warm smile, "See, it wasn't that hard."
But their smiles dropped when I had opened my mouth revealing the tiny red and yellow pill nestled on my pink tongue.
I didn't attempt to swallow another tablet again until I was seventeen.
When the migraines first began.
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