"This doesn't make you weak."
"Yes, it does."
"It's a pill, it shows I'm not strong enough, that I can't do this."
"That's not true, this pill is to help you feel better."
"I doubt it."
"Look, you reached out for help, you got it, and now, these right here, are to help you. These pills will make things ... More balanced."
"I wish this would just go away."
"Are you tired? Have you lost interest in things you used to enjoy? Are you having trouble sleeping?"
"Stop! Just, stop, I get it. I took the test, I know, I have an issue."
"These pills will help you with it, there will be improvement in all of that I just said."
"But why do I feel so doubtful?"
"Because you're not ready to admit that you need help. You're used to doing everything alone. But now you're not alone, you have support, you have these."
"No, I can't do this."
"You're just going to make everything worse."
"I... It's another pill, I can't. I have so many, and I already have a hard enough time with those."
"You can do it, you'll feel better, not right away, but in time you will. I promise."
I stared down at the small white pill in the palm of my hand.
I closed my hand and stared at the floor.
"So, I'm not weak?"
"You're one of the strongest people I know."
I brought the pill up closer to my face, and just stared at it, almost waiting for it to bite me.
"You can do it."
I grabbed the water beside me, and popped the pill in my mouth with water following close behind.
"Here's to..yeah, here's to help."
This pill, these pills, everyday, for as long as I need them, they will help me. They will help me get better. Depression isn't a visible problem, but a problem below the surface, within the person's mind.
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