On our way home, my mother and I stopped at Guardian Pharmacy to buy one of those pill reminders, where seven tiny drawers are joined in a neat row, one to contain each day's pills. They are the most beautiful shade of lilac I've seen. The other two pills meant to help me stop hearing voices are both white. After I took the overdose, the doctors won't trust me with medicine anymore. There are some things in life that cannot be replaced once they are lost.
Innocence is one.
Trust is another. In the dusty corners of my mind, I know instinctively that I'm intelligent and creative. People have told me I'm smart. It's just that the real me has been eclipsed by the sick me . I really could be doing a lot of wonderful things if I were not mentally sick and emotionally disturbed.