“I gave up a cat that I loved for a girl that I’m not even sure is allergic to cats.”
Despite the hedonistic society our generation has grown up in, we’re largely unhappy. It’s been estimated in the last year that nearly 40% of adults suffer from an anxiety disorder of some kind.
Little did I know, my opinion would soon change. And not because I wanted it to.
It’s no secret that as a millennial, one of our biggest driving forces is self-discovery.
I ran out of my prescription just over a week ago and didn’t realize until I went to take my next tablet.
An argument against the rampant over-prescription of psychiatric drugs for children.
Xanax is designed to kill anxiety, which is precisely what makes it so dangerous. A little anxiety is good—even necessary.
When I take Xanax, part of me is making a conscious choice to be numb, because the anxiety is too much.
It’s a very specific kind of modern crisis, feeling stuck but not lost or feeling free but with no direction.
The second-to-last time I saw Darnelle I was going to buy a large quantity of weed from one of his connects because mine was out of town and he set me up to get robbed. The last time I saw him he gave me ~200 Xanax (~1/4th the value of the money he stole from me) and apologized.