(Trigger warning: implies suicidal themes and mentions medication and depression.)
Antidepressants.
All so much pressure.
Will this one help?
Will this one hurt?
We need to find the right one for her.
This one is bad.
Don't give her that.
Her mom almost died after minutes on that.
Let's give her this.
Maybe Prozac?
Maybe Paxil?
Zoloft or Luvox?
Start it again right from the top.
What do we know?
She attempted on this.
Broke down on that.
Maybe try a different dose than the last?
Maybe it's different.
Possibly worse.
Nobody knows with these drugs that we're giving.
Let's try this again.
This one is winning.
She's woozy with one.
Sleepy on two.
Maybe we lower the dose a few?
Loss of appetite?
She'll be alright.
At least she had some crackers last night.
Her friends all ditched her?
We'll be with her!
Giving her Antidepressants for
dinner!
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