I'm a crazy person. At least, that's what I feel like some times. And it runs in my family. No, not really crazy (and don't take offense if you are one of me), but just clinically depressed and filled with anxiety. It's as if I don't have something to worry about in my head constantly, then I don't feel normal. Luckily, there's a pill for that. It's a bitter pill, one that I'll basically have to take the rest of my life, but I've slowly accepted that it's like any other disease, and just like diabetes or heart disease, that little pill is gonna make me better. But that little pill makes me gain weight, gives me the brain shivers when I miss it, and although I've tried to get off it multiple times, I just can't. So I guess that makes me an addict as well. But it's a pill that my grandparents and family didn't always have, and they suffer from it as well, so I should be thankful for this little red capsule of happiness...
Oh my goodness- so funny!
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I think my day has already come. :)
ReplyDeleteToo funny!!
ReplyDeleteThat's so funny. I'm sad to say that even though, I'm not even 40 yet. My time has come...
ReplyDeleteWrinkles & grey hair, seems there is more of each every time I check.
ReplyDeleteI dunno -- sometimes my 50-something-year-old skin feels as dry as this looks. But I usually head to L'Oreal or Olay instead!
ReplyDeleteThat might be the funniest add I've senn in a while! Our time will come I suppose...and that's what 'push ups' are for...or maybe by then we won't care, tee hee ;-)
ReplyDeleteJamie :)