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ExitI make my exitBorn again from my wombof paranoiaI make no apologiesThough I may be fashionably lateCuz I took a lookinto that magnified mirror;You know when you standfar enough awayyou becomejilted, inverted, the nemesis;a stalactite version of whatyou though you knewSo I packed up my pridein my old suitcasecovered in peeling stickersfrom places I've built walls aroundto contain the soldiers of unrestAnd silentlymade my exit.
Essay on Prozac NationIn life, pleasant, untainted moments will always exist. In the same respect, painful, ruinous times can be just as common. However, for some, the latter can become the norm. Distress and torment fall like a dark curtain on the good, and the brain becomes enveloped in a smoke that inhibits normal feelings from being felt. And this sadness often seems to come despite outside factors that, under normal circumstances, should induce a feeling of accomplishment or wholeness. These are symptoms of depression, "de•pres•sion n. Emotional dejection greater and more prolonged than that warranted by any objective reason." (Urdang 358) In every country, in every culture, modern or primitive, there are people dealing with the disease. Many do not know it exists and are dealing with the day to day struggle of feeling hopeless, thinking it to be just a phase, or perhaps even the flu (though one would think it to be an ailment of the mind, it can become physically debilitating.) But for those who have