Off-the-Wall—a Street Survival Journal—the unbearable stigma of being (mentally ill)

So tonight my inner shrew surfaced and ranted on and got me to the Zyprexa bottle once again.

“One pill makes me stronger and one pill makes me…” as I pulled the white rabbit out of the hat and the magic pill begins to work. It’s a a slick trick to dampen the graceless thing that’s surfaced in me.

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