Longing for Normalcy…

“Hey Dad?” I asked this afternoon. “What pills am I taking these days?” I should be more proactive about this. My father usually gives me a handful of pills to take and I down them with a gulp of soda without even looking at them.  Dad apprehensively let me look at all the medications I am taking. Nothing seemed amiss. One thing I noticed was that I am taking four .05mg Klonopin every night and that sure will keep you sleepy. Klonopin is in the same family of drugs as Valium and Xanax. The “pams”. “What’s wrong?” my father asked warily. “I just feel so sleepy all the time. It must be the Risperdal or Klonopin.” I replied. “You’ll go through cycles like that from time to time.” my father nervously added. My father’s most worrisome and biggest fear is that I will revolt and quit taking my medications.  He says he can’t live with me like that. Hey says that when I am medicated I am a  perfectly good and nice human being. Paula Cole is just singing on my computer, “I want to be somebody. I want to make a difference.”
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