By Kyle Labe
Content warning: assault, suicide, depression, abuse, death
Every morning I take pills because I am depressed, manic, and anxious. The first batch I received when I swerved my car off a mountainside. Those were replaced when I swallowed a handful and wound up in the institution. More were prescribed when I maced a stranger at a station because I believed he tried to assault me. Security explained that he was only trying to shove his way past, but I screamed so loud that I couldn’t hear them.