For Whom?

I went to our lille pharmacy with my prescription for a very, very last med.

Long story short: I payed to get it later (they had the red one and had to order).

Ingo went to get softdrink as my hands were still shaking and offered to get the med.
I gave him the slip.

Our pharmacist, who knows us both - and together, too - took the slip and came back with a serious face.

"You´re getting this for someone else? I cannot give it to you unless you tell me for whom", he said.

Ingo said, "my wife".

"The name?"

And only as Ingo said my name he gave it to him and only cause he knows us.

This stuff IS evil, I tell ya!

Never ever take anything like this!

I WILL complain about that person who forced me into it despite I told her I am not depressed but burned out.
Despite I told her I actually don´t want anything like it.
Despite I asked her if there is anything else to know.
(Noooo, half of Germans take it, was her answer).

I lost three months of our life, more or less.
Yes, I was there, mostly. The drug wears off come, say, five p.m. - but the rest?

I sat in front of the TV like a Zombi, no more sport, nothing.

Before?
I got up when Ingo left (he woke me around 05:00 A.M.!), did my training, went into the sun for walks etc, etc...

This med makes you sick!

I feel very dumb... and sad. (But not sad enough to be called depressive cause I LOVE life, Ingo, family etc, etc).

My therapist said I am not to feel dumb cause I was vulnerable at the time. And influenceable. I still feel dumb!

I even misplaced Ingo´s car key and he does not believe me I didn´t do it on purpose!

The tapering is even worse.

My face, oh goodness. Like a teenager (and only the chin).

THE summer and I am off :-(