A long time ago this asshole doctor prescribed me medication for my suicidal depression and anxiety. It felt like the lights were on but no one was home. I was going through the motions of living but felt nothing. I would zone out for hours. There are some moments I don’t remember but friends are kind enough to tell me what happened. I flushed that crap down the toilet and stopped going to that bastard. It felt like a fog cleared and since then for 8 years I’ve been doing my own thing.