I knew giving in and taking the pills she wanted me to would come with a consequence. After all that was why I had spent the past 6 months finding anyway possible to make sure I never let a single one of those little red pills slip down my throat. But I couldn't do this much longer, she was catching onto me.
four weeks ago I finally started taking the pills my mother desperately wanted me to take, because she believed medicine was the cure to everything and that fighting wasn't normal, differences in opinion weren't okay, and since I didn't agree with everything she wanted, there had to be a medication for that. And the second she thought I started taking the medicine, all of a sudden in her mind everything got better. A few days after I started taking the pills I didn't feel right, I was so tired all the time, that it hurt to be awake, I had no motivation at all and I couldn't stop eating. As the days progressed these symptoms got worse, and my hands started to have a tremor. I wanted to tell her that the medicine was slowly ruining me, but I knew I couldn't suddenly have symtoms from a medicine I had supposedly been taking for 6 months. At this point there was only one other option, I had to figure out how to go back to not taking it...but the problem was she watched me everyday while I took my medicine.
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