recently surrounding me, there have been many people i consider close, that are perplexed with a common problem... pills. strange when our society changed from one of taking the occasional aspirin for a headache to an electronically lobotomized society so overloaded that we need things to just sleep. a basic function in life.
now, i watch as the mind wraps around the idea that they might need something to help them be 'normal'. its this misconception that makes the concept so ugly. its not to be normal. its to be in control. its the ability to take life by the reins and say 'i may have some freaking issues, but i'll live my damn life and enjoy it and be happy!' but here's the problem. in taking something to fix the problem, they also believe that they are flawed in some way. that's also untrue. we live in a time where stress, anxiety, depression is all so easy to fall into and completely become a slave to. Combine an age where people don't have to really interact with one another, then combine with in the stress to succeed, then push the war, politics, the economy into place.
people are struggling right now as they haven't since the great depression. its hard to just get up in the morning. generation x and y only heard stories about trying to find a job and never having one. and lets face it- When Wal-mart isn't hiring... there's a serious f#@king problem.
pills. ah yes, back to pills. whether the problem stems from some deep trauma in one's past, a chemical imbalance created by one's own brain or circumstances in which your mind just can't work its way out of the downward spiral, its acceptable to ask for help. Now, unlike most, i'm not a fan of over medicating however. Just because lil susie is in highschool and doesn't like it alot, doesn't mean she's depressed. now when lil susie is cutting herself and hiding it (not showing it off with big bandages like kids on jerry springer), she might need some help. The mind is a mystery to us even now.
who is to say its wrong to reach out? shit if more people reached out and tried to find some balance in their lives, there might be less poor bastards walking into schools, hospitals, and work places with guns, at their wits end, unable to think of anything but one last act of outrage, of violence..leaving nothing but bitter regret, pain and despair in their wake.
people have no respect left, we hurt others indiscriminately, and in turn are hurt as well. finding that bud of happiness in life is about doing however you can, fighting for it, and making it yours. if that means popping two pills in the morning, how is it any different from taking a pill because you inherited a condition for heart problems.. they have found the gene for depression. but the age we live in makes it worse by letting us cut ourselves off like this.
like i am right now. i'm writing my feelings out on a computer because its easier to explain it all this way. i am a product of this electronic age. and i'm not alone. more and more of you realize how little you call instead, just text. how even my mother emails me.
pills are not the evil people. in moderation and in case by case basis, people need help, even if its just in producing the chemical that allows one to be balanced, stable and happy. I was unable to have any productive and meaningful bonds with people closest to me until i got a lil therapy and meds on my side. now i have control over the stupid raging beast in side my head. well. more control than i did. its allows me to be a person that can think first, not scream for no reason. it allows me the ability to leash the horrible things i used to spew.
its given me a control that will alone wouldn't give.
that's it. help is help. it doesn't change who you are, just how you take control of your life. if you don't try to change it, you have no right to whine. there it is.
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