Friday, March 27, 2015

A Lena story

Why I remembered doesn't matter, but I do not want to forget, so I will tell the story.

I stopped taking my depression medication because I was not actually depressed, others thought that I should be, so I went with it.

One day Lena was looking through my things like kids do. She found a stash of pills in my jewelry box and asked what it was. Quickly, I diverted her from it and we occupied ourselves with something else.

We were having dinner or something, and as luck would have it she remembered that her curiousity had never been satisfied regarding the pills in my room. So, when my mother mentioned that I needed a refill on my prescription, Lena piped up, "Oh, no, she doesn't. She actually has a lot of them in her room." Busted.

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